March 1, 2021
Firefly Lane, Chapter 8: Lights, Camera, Action — Jessica, Part 1
“Baby, are you ready?” No answer. “Baby?” This was beyond tedious. He’d been in the bathroom now for three hours. I banged on the door. “We have to…
February 22, 2021
Firefly Lane, Chapter 7: Undercover — Farida, Part 2
It was soon thereafter I found out irrevocably that there a shipping organization---I can’t say names, for security purposes---but it was a shell…
February 15, 2021
Firefly Lane, Chapter 7: Undercover — Farida, Part 1
Once upon a time, there were twin sisters in foster care, Farida and Alia. Alia ran away at age 14 and got caught up with the street life. At 16, she…
February 8, 2021
Firefly Lane, Chapter 6: Vishku Way — Erolin, Part 2
Treward had told me where I could find him. The idea of learning more about who I was grew so strong I could no longer resist it. I was now allowed…
February 1, 2021
Firefly Lane, Chapter 6: Vishku Way — Erolin, Part 1
Last night, I dreamed of my mother. It’s always the same dream. She’s lying in the birthing room beneath the glaring clinical lights. Shackled to the…
January 25, 2021
Firefly Lane, Chapter 5: How it Happened — Adonai
To say I haven’t been happy with what’s been going on lately is an understatement. Lance Rey is out of control. I am one of the few people who knows…
January 18, 2021
Firefly Lane, Chapter 4: Wrong Turn — Lilly, Part 2
At the precinct, I figured I would sort it out. But when we arrived, no one would pay attention to anything I said. I was fingerprinted,…
January 11, 2021
Firefly Lane, Chapter 4: Wrong Turn — Lilly, Part 1
Birds sang. A sweet, intoxicating warble. The sun was just rising over the Santa Monica Mountains, casting a golden glow. A new day. Awakening life.…
January 4, 2021
Firefly Lane, Chapter 3: Killer Gene — Natasha, Part 2
I poured myself a whiskey and took a big gulp. Forget my training. What should I do, go to the police? I groaned at the absurdity. No one would…
December 28, 2020
Firefly Lane, Chapter 3: Killer Gene — Natasha, Part 1
It’s some sort of a space-time vortex or a wormhole. Call it what you want; I’m no expert. All I know is I’m here, while Lance Rey is no doubt…
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