An emergency
callout, funny how often it was an emergency for these people wasn’t
it? Well Marcella didn’t mind, emergency rates meant more money for
her for basically the same amount of work. Right now she was riding
her bicycle towards Palm Heights, one of the more affluent districts
in the town where she lived to meet with a client. To have her baby.
Well not entirely true. She wasn’t going to have the baby. Just
hold on to it for a while.
Marcella did work
as a pregnancy sitter. Which

"So it's gonna
be a sunny day but if you're going to be out past the evening hours
make sure to bring an umbrella! Thank you for listening to KWA. We'll
be back after these messages!"
I slowly stretched
as I woke from my slumber. I hadn't slept this well in ages. Still
blinking the sleep from my eyes I turned my head to look at the
radio. When I saw the time I was instantly awake. I had a class in
less than an hour! I had overslept terribly! Quickly I jumped out of
bed and when my feet

"So it's gonna
be a sunny day but if you're going to be out past the evening hours
make sure to bring an umbrella! Thank you for listening to KWA. We'll
be back after these messages!"
I slowly stretched as I woke up and sat
up, fumbling for the volume control on the radio. I couldn’t
remember having slept that soundly in ages. As I slipped out of bed I
was reminded of last night’s events. And as I remembered I could
feel the slight weight in my stomach that was Andrew, still fast
a

Compression torque: A personally worn
device that applies a compression field around the body of the person
wearing it. It makes things smaller and provides a skin-tight
environmental shield allowing the person to breathe without having to
worry about oxygen molecules that are too big for him or her to
absorb as well as exist afely in otherwise hostile environments.
The setting on the bands can be
modified to alter the amount a person is shrunk.
It was late and I was half asleep
already, my mind

It was kind of strange looking at them
like that, they were so, tiny. The size of dolls, both of them. The
bracelets around their upper arms glowing with a faint white light.
Both of them where naked, clothes did not mix well with the
compression field and they were currently locked in an embrace,
kissing passionately. The sight was quite, erotic.
Of course I was naked too and getting
quite moist. My lips parted in a grin as I watched the lovers getting
more intimate with each other.
“Allright

Her hands where still shaking. Diana
realized this when she looked at them. Her knuckles where white as
she held on to the reigns much more tightly then was nessary. They
had slowed down from a gallop down to a trot and the only thing she
could see of the battle was the large collumns of smoke rising in to
the sky.
She took a deep breath and tried to
steady her nerves and willed her heart to beat slower.
As she did this she began to realize
how unreal the situation felt. Because this morning the

Chapter one

Where to start? That's always the hardest bit.

Everyone would say, start at the beginning. But where does something like this begin?

I'll start with myself first. I'm Nancy. And for two years now I've been happily married with my darling Bruce. Don't let the name fool you, he's really the kindest man alive and he's a doctor.

I've had a girlfriend since kindergarten, her name is Lilly and three months ago she and her long time love Will got married as well. He worked at a fact

I'm doing my best to stay awake while pretending to be asleep. I'm lying on my back with my eyes closed and I'm waiting... And I'm beginning to doze off. An occasional glance at the clock on my wall tells me that I've already nodded off at least once for about half an hour.

I've almost fallen asleep again when the feeling of something small landing on my blanket snaps my mind back in to focus. I make an effort not to stir while I feel the movements of the small thing that's walking over me. it

Copyright Radijs 2010

This story is a work of fiction etc. only meant for adults, feel free to redistribute as long as you give credit to the original author, that being me, Radijs.

The pale moonlight shines down through the windowpane and I can feel the warm summernight's air on my back and I take a deep breath of the fragrant air before looking down from the high windowsill. There she lies in her bed, her skin glowing with the moon's pale perfection and even in this light I cannot see her

The night air was hot and humid. And a all the different sounds, smells and sights of new Delhi filled the evening with a vibrant buzz. I walked along the small stalls and streets along with a hundred other tourists browsing for those rare exotic things that where forbidden on those shining worlds as New Cambridge, New Paris and above all New Venice.

I wasn't looking for anything in particular as I ambled about until I saw a neon sign that buzzed the words “Exotic dancing” in reddi

The ring

By Radijs


It happens so every now and then, mostly in movies or literature that someone's long lost uncle or aunt dies and leaves a relative a sizable fortune. Nine out of ten times it's a comedy where the inheritor learns a valuable lesson about real friendship and how money can destroy that. This isn't a story like that. Though it does begin with an inheritance. Mary had received a notarised letter about a distant relative dying and that she needed to come to the office to get t

I looked at my report card and tossed it onto the table cussing a bit under my breath. I wasn't going to pass. Now normally I could live with that. It was my own stupid fault for not studying hard enough after all but what pissed me was that I was going to fail by the narrowest of margins. A tenth of a grade higher and I would have passed biology and I would be out of this flophouse they called a school. But there was still hope! I recalled a pamphlet Miss Butts had put up outside her classroom

<The camera shows a tunnel through time looking a lot like a scene from the TARDIS travelling.>

Come with me, on a journey. A journey through time and space. Come with me to the city of cities.

<The tunnel disappears making place for a cityscape that is obviously alien. The skies burn fiery red and every building below looks organic. Large groups of people are walking below dressed in many strange attires.>

New Paris! Where the bright red sky casts its warm glow causing all th

This is a work of fiction. Feel free to repost, republish anywhere you like make sure that credit goes out to me the original author.


-Radijs


It was fifteen minutes past twelve, eight blue smurfs had just walked by my windowsill and the sound of the dematerializing TARDIS was still echoing through the street and I decided that it would be a weird day. And a weird day it was, I was just about to close my curtains to keep the weirdness out when I saw her. Now she was weird but weird in a g