The Morphic Adaption Unit (MAU) just screamed for investigation by the boy genius and sleuth, Tom Swift. Had Tom and his friends come across a MAU while on one of their adventures, the following just might have happened.

GOULASH
Someone once told me that Goulash is another name for anything soup.
This is a recipe that my family likes.

Here be there strange things, some are food for thought,
some are thoughts to be chewed upon, enjoy.

What is Miranda up to? Where is Tech Sergeant Emanuel Perez? how do the events of "My Report, How I Spent my Summer" and a doctor's problem in "Safe Haven" relate to each other? Stay tuned for further chapters to this week's tale, or should it be tail?

The add, or should I say the enticement appeared in late night reruns and at first I thought that it might be something of years ago that had never been removed from the tape. Reality type programing just is not something you expect to see on the movie channel. Still they were looking for several contestants to participate in a drama, one that seemed like it should have been in a classic age movie yet was as modern as any now showing one many of the other so called educational channels.

Black Friday
Under Construction

As the demarcation of a new day approached I pulled off the interstate intending to wait till daylight before proceeding. A rest stop and information center would provide me a temporary respite if the nearby hospitality hotel failed to provide lodging for the night.

Around the world in thirty days

And it came to pass that the great newspapers of the day decried that travel around the world was too slow, by ship one could cross the Atlantic from Hamburg to Boins Airis in seven days and from Tokyo to Mexico City in ten. One could travel by rail between the two, the fastest stream liners taking but four days.

Late Night Dedication

As I dialed the number she had given me I watched the dial rotate counter clock wise back to the home position.

As the she reviewed the files it became apparent that records were not complete, large amounts of money had been diverted. This was not unusual, after all these were black-op budgets, still “Regenesis” had been terminated according to the footnotes. The only other information were partial medical records of six men, three who had served in congress, one army veteran, a doctor, and a clergyman, all but one deceased. One was her own father...

My navy career lasted only two years, what ended it reset my life.

I remember hearing this story on my favorite talk radio station, please follow the links.

Man Opens Shoe Store for Cross-Dressers

Le Dame Footwear

I am blessed in that I am married to my lifelong childhood sweetheart. I am cursed in that society will not let us live openly as husband and wife. It is ironic that breaking a convention of society allows Sandy and I live together. As I sit here and read through the accumulated notes and documents I wonder who do I turn to, who can help me put my life back to the way it was, dam it, this should not have happened and I am pissed.

This story is based on an idea of two or three ships being interacted with a full eclipse while in the Cooper River at Charleston S.C.. One of the opening actions will be stories in the national exposé, another will be a person claiming to be the one of the crew switched from other generation.

What is the difference between an editor and a proof reader? How does an editor help, and to what degree do they influence story development? At some time in the past I had noticed a list of potential editors at Story Site, is there such a list here? and other questions I have not thought of yet...

I have found that I may need to cloth a character in one of my stories, this character has no relatives with clothing to borrow, and will be "shopping".

As I stood in front of the bedroom closet door, I looked at the image that this strange dream presented, there stood a petite Asian girl, some where between fourteen and seventeen,

Not the Best of Ideas

I had been married; my wife of just one year was in the last trimester of Jason’s birth. Me, I was at sea,

I had been married; my wife of just one year was in the last trimester of Jason’s birth. Me, I was at sea, we were on the return run from four months in the Persian Gulf. In two months we would return to the states, our seven months underway finished.

I’d spent enough time grousing about the new state ban on smoking in bars and restaurants to drive Judy up the wall.

Sorry nothing here