City Mouse: 1 of 7
Wherin we meet Troy Salcedo on one of his occasional stays in the city of his birth, or decanting, San Iadras. I feel this stands on its own, but it's very much a part of the larger 'Spirit of 67' universe, and so is included here. There isn't...
Off Label Use
Troy moved the gnawed-off tip of the kebab skewer over to the salt shaker. "And that's the electron jump, which happens all over as the plasma heats up." Jennifer blinked over the candle on their table. "Right," she said softly, picking up the...
Blind Date
Gracie had been really nervous all day. Blind date. It was funny, she guessed. She was twenty-eight, now, had been going on blind dates for as long as she could remember. In school her friends had set her up on blind dates, afterwards when she started...
You Can Never Go Home
It was a long way home. Evran had thought that, thousands and thousands of miles away, back in Tajikistan, before things had hit the wall. Home was nearer for Evran now, though. San Iadras was a big city, but not as big as a country. It was a long walk...
Simple Things
The world didn't have to be more complicated than a white rectangle of sheeting, six and a half feet by five, folded down tenderly over the mattress. The problems Troy was having with the reactor's fuel mix, proton shedding in the fusion chambers,...
Carried away with summer.
Elle Dante gets a little carried away on the floor of the Spirit of '67 with the recollection of what she used to do in the summertime. A challenge over 'unusual summer fun' on playmouse elicited this work. Any (respectful) comments and...
E. Dante's 'Who am I?'
This isn't particularly explicit, (certainly more sensual than sexual, really) but is more something around which I feel miss Dante has some concern and wishes to explore, being the nature of how she came to be who she is, and the many problems one...
Spirit of \'67
Some notes from the author: Oh man. Yeah. I think my word-processor chewed this alive, but I may have wrestled it back under control. Anyway! I hope you enjoy this little piece of 'art', as our protagonist would call it. Any (respectful) Feedback or...
The touch she dreams about.
Elle Dante shares a little something, up one one of the stages of the Spirit of '67, and remembers, just a little, how she'd always wanted to be touched by a certain special someone. Any (respectful) feedback, suggestions and commentary you may...
Not quite so alone.
A little warning, this story might make you quite sad, in the end. You may also want to read osme of the other Spirit of '67 works before this, particularly "E Dante's 'Who Am I?'", although I don't think it's essential. We get to see a...
Wedding Mouse, 7 of 7
//: City of San Iadras, 'Uptown' district. "Wanna fool around while the coffee boils?" Jennifer asked, slipping back into her bedroom, the hem of her negligee getting knocked back and forth by the sultry sway of her tail. She posed on the doorframe,...
Wedding Mouse, 6 of 7
//:City of San Iadras, Downtown. "Is my tie straight?" someone asked, looking down. Troy paused a second, before reaching across and pulling it straight. "There you go Sydney." "Where'd I put my pin..." He fumbled through his pockets before finding it....