A short story of the princess having their nightmare comes to life

Collection of short stories related to ghost.

A dream I had.

Cthulhu Mythos short story.

This is just a small collection of short stories, some of which I've published before on here, I will be adding more as time progresses.

The women watched in horror as civilians, including children ran blindly into the naked streets. Naval shells exploded meters from the holding cells killing several people instantly.

Bloodcurdling screams filled the air as prisoners cowered in terror praying for mercy from above. Amelia gripped tightly onto her co-pilot's hand whispering apologies for failing him so badly.

Jean was born in the year 1700 as a member of the Great Lakes Cabol tribe. As a teen, she devised inventive defenses for her Nation that included using the electricity gained from fields of potatoes to prevent amphibious assaults, and to create hydrogen for hot air balloon attacks. Eventually, the system was breached by Irenshoa Nation.

After defeating the Cabol, the Irenshoa turned their attention to forcibly removing European colonists from the Americas. Recognizing that Jean's intellect could be an advantage, the Irenshoa military brought her along for a later invasion of the Italian city-state of Rome. Can Jean survive in this New World Realignment, while also preventing her gift for innovation from being exploited by the corrupt leaders of the Irenshoa Nation?

--I first gazed upon the individual who would become my personal God while jumping out of the back of a pickup--

That's the opening line from this story's narrator. He's able to assume the form of werewolf, dog, or human. He's looking for an influencer named Julia who has become so popular she has ascended into divinity.

Goddess Julia remains immature and irresponsible while discovering how to smite a believer, engage in combat against other goddesses, and establish a religion that's often mocked.

Be witness to hilarity, hijinks, and Hell Hath No Fury Like a Goddess still allergic to pet hair.

Dani was an apparently typical twenty-something barista and amateur movie critic when she befriended Toru, a man claiming to be from the future.

Toru said he was skipping through time, to find writers like George Orwell, whose fictional worlds were transforming the Earths found in thirteen parallel universes into actual dystopias.

Now with the help of a military code breaker, Dani is trying to stop a sociopath who is also aware of this power to design and reign supreme over multiple versions of our world.

Jennifer was starting at a cushy, less stressful, job. Additionally, she was going by her true name again. Well, at least God-given first name. As to her last name, not so much. She had altered her last name to "Sassy". She figured if you're assuming a new identity why not give it some zing.

Jennifer established a new identity and was in hiding because of computer hacking crimes she committed years earlier. Government agents thought they should be looking for a socially isolated individual. They didn't think to question a six-foot, seven-inch, green-skinned attorney.

Agents that might have suspected Jennifer also knew there was no reason to aggravate a person known for flare ups of anger. Indeed, everyone who had ever interacted with her even a little bit knew there were days when she had on "The Jennifer Face". It wasn't an emotionally cold 1,000-yard distant stare. Although hard to define, everyone could see "The Face," even when she wore sunglasses. At those times, no one approached her without an essential reason for doing so. They all stayed the hell out of her way.

On Jennifer's first day in her job as a law professor at the University of Wisconsin Law School, she had to prepare for two classes. Intellectual Property was her morning class, and Criminal Law was her afternoon one. Jennifer was on her way to the students' Memorial Union to get a cup of their much remarked upon coffee when she received an email on her Blackberry from the school's receptionist. The email read: "Professor, a young man who gave his name as 'Quickie' is waiting here. He's like you." That "like you” part in the email message was the receptionist's nice, passive, way of saying that Quickie must have an unusual physical feature, or demonstrated a superhuman feat. This would be similar to Jennifer's amazing height and green skin, plus enhanced strength and invulnerability.

Jennifer had been exposed to radiation from one of two nuclear bombs that went off years earlier in the American Southwest. Perhaps because neutron bombs had been employed, rather than the type of atomic bombs that had been used earlier, no one died within the radius of the explosions. Indeed, some people in the blast radius had ended up gaining various superpowers. Apparently, Quickie must have been exposed to this radiation as well. Jennifer knew she had to turn around and find out what the heck this Quickie fellow wanted. She was going to have to talk to him and lose the spare time she had set aside to more fully prepare for her first class. Furthermore, she was going to have to talk to him without her morning coffee. Involuntarily, before she even laid eyes on Quickie, she was going to arrive sporting the "Jennifer Face".

Author's NotesIn 1989, a comic book series began where a green-skinned heroine "broke down the fourth wall" to address her author. A red costumed mercenary appeared for the first time in 1991.

Glam is a 17-year-old man who is beloved by his family and has everything one would dream of having. One day, while heading home after school, he received an anonymous message telling him that reality was not what he believed it to be. During his investigation, he will uncover shocking revelations about his family. Will he manage to unravel the mystery behind this infamous message?

Life like a Saturday

When you think about Monday

We ain’t going nowhere

Without our remedies

Got a whole lot of plans ahead

To achieve with my head when it’s Sunday

When I reach the highest to see the Friday

I’m going somewhere

To catch my plane to go to the Bay

Enjoy the days ahead

When you realize it’s nothing but sunshine on your face

You will hit to the those on your head

To see the mirror of yourself

Happiness is like a scheduled appointment with the press

When they press the button of stress to release the test