Rambling-anthology

“Respect is one of life's greatest treasures. I mean, what does it all add up to if you don't have that?”--Marilyn Monroe …..... "And so I said 'That's no Luxan, that's my date'." Furlow laughed. Scorpius sat across from her, stone faced and patiently waiting in the dingy light of the diner.  The only other beings in the building were the cook, the waitress, and a loud group of four young men--two Sebacians, one Bannock, and one Nebari--sitting at the booth behind Furlow.  Just as the mechanic finished laughing at her own joke, their waitress glided out of the kitchen with their food. "We've got a wrap," The waitress sai

"I dwelt alone in a world of moan, and my soul was a stagnant tide."- Edgar Allan Poe ….......... "So, the Great Furlow can't fix a simple cooling unit?"  Kosti asked, leading them into his office. Standing at the edge of a long ivory desk was a large Scarran male.  Like many other Scarran soldiers he was dressed in black leather, and he had small eyes encased in a large brow over a narrow nose and large mouth. "Who's the muscle?"  Furlow asked, ignoring the sarcasm. "This idiot?  That's Wolesh, I keep him around to scare everybody else."  Kosti nodded towards Scorpius, "As you can tell, Scarrans make great intimidators." "Damn s

Whence we came, returning space dust.

“The idea is to die young as late as possible.”-Ashley Montagu I stand on the porch, waiting.  I’m surrounded by orange LED lights and cheesy decorations, which makes my presence out of place. Covered in my usual black garb, face covered completely, scythe and cauldron in my hands.  Halloween is always my favorite time of year, the most exciting; all the energy in the air, all the costumed folks who are completely oblivious to my presence. Here are some now, a group of three small children, the oldest a superhero, and then a little ghost, and finally a tiny angel.  The angel knows something is up, it’s always the yo

A/N: Farscape fanfiction, because I haven't done fanfiction in a long time. ................................................. Trapeazing through memories was exhausting.  Grating school work with painfully slow classmates made him grateful he wasn't actually there.  The first job was an annoyance with a dull boss.  Shopping with mom was fun-that's where he found his favorite Hawaiian shirt.  There was a faint feeling (others would have called it a wish) that there were more of these memories. But through all the distractions, he was persistent in trying to find the perfect memory to hide in case he was called again.

Jim liked working summer evenings. He was grateful for the pastor allowing to dig the graves the night before, so the heat wouldn't get to him. While other men sat out in the dwindling evening heat, their wives washing dishes, Jim was content with shuffling past headstones, some of the safety bells tinkling in the wind. Everyone told him that keeping himself busy after his brothers recent passing would keep Jim sane. As he walked through the rows, preparing to ready the soil for the towns latest consumption victim, a lanky canine figure jogged up beside him. The local coyote--allowed on the property to keep smaller vermin away--had come to k

A/N: Swat Kats fanfiction.  Someone pointed out that I made Feral an articulate drunk.  I just figure he is a very talented kat.  Deal with it! ... It's not the flying that scares me, it's the people.  Too many variables.  At least the flight attendants are no longer arguing with my alcohol consumption.  No, with the trash filling with tiny, empty bottles of rum, take this plane down.  Now, sprawled out on the isle seat, all I have to worry about is her. Ann Gora, it's strange seeing her without a microphone in her hand.  She keeps looking over at me and smirking.  She said she's going to pick up some award.  Maybe she thinks she's better t

A/N: Swat Kats fanfiction. I feel bad that Feral doesn't get enough attention. He's kind of a hardass, yes, but he's doing what he thinks is right. ..... Midnight, the quiet hour. Even the janitor has gone home. Paperwork isn't my strong suit, but it is a necessity. It keeps me and every other Enforcer in line. I just wish it didn't keep me here so damn late. Curse these accident reports...I don't even know how Johnson managed to shoot himself in the foot.  My kingdom for a steak and a beautiful woman.  I lay down the last bit of work and grab my jacket, ready for the front door. The light in my office is the last to go