Disciple The room was just what he was expecting – white, pristine and so perfectly sterile. Just what you would think would be inside the monolithic headquarters of the Ashcroft Foundation. He found the light painful – it felt like it was burning something into his mind. Or burning something out of it. The door to the room opened and a woman entered. He looked at her through creased eyes – he was finding that squinting s...
New YorkSteve Bendarek couldn't believe his luck. A rudimentary night out in the local bar had taken an unexpected turn when this unbelievably attractive woman had bought him a drink. Her name was Mireya – her features were an appealing mixture of Caucasian and Hispanic. Her naturally brown hair was strewn with blonde highlights as her hazel eyes locked with his. One became two and the conversation between them flowed eas...
Instant Messenger transactions recovered from hard drive of item #23 recovered from primary location search on 20/1/2009. BellotheBall says: Hey there – how r u? Didn't think you'd be online today? RocketScientist says: Hi – I'm good thanks – sorting out some crap at home. What's the weather doing over there? BellotheBall says: Sunny today. 27C and clear blue skies. RocketScientist says: Jammy git – it's been pissing it d...
How I Met Your Mother: Love & Bullets Thursday, 9:34 am His fingers fumbled with the lid of the bottle of water. Eventually, they managed to open it and pour the cool liquid down his throat. As Andrew Hargreaves swallowed, he noticed his wife watching him.“Save some for me,” she said. Andrew screwed the lid back on and handed it to her. “So, having trouble keeping up?”“Me? No – I’m just enjoying the view back here,” he re...
Author's Note: I thought I'd try writing something inspired by superhero comics...so here goes nothing! SPECIAL I've been told that I'm special – right now, I don't quite see it. I'm in a basement of a building filled with dead men. They don't know it yet, but by the time I'm done everyone here will have had a very bad day. Why the basement you ask? Well, that's where the wall is thinnest of course. I do this job and I'm...
How I Met Your Mother: Mother's DayIt was one of those traditional Friday afternoons as far as the traffic was concerned. The speakers located in the door frames of the green Toyota SUV vibrated heavily to a pounding drum and baseline as Andrew Hargreaves pushing the volume dial upwards; while carefully navigating his way through the swell of cars and people carriers, he muttered something under his breath as a red Mini p...
Dinner Date She entered the restaurant and checked her coat. As she held onto her purse she brushed the long red dress flat against her body, smoothing out the few creases. The Maitre d' approached her as she walked towards the main dining area."Hello there, I'm meeting a friend here for dinner, an Englishman…" she said. The smartly dressed man behind the podium held his hand up to interrupt her."Mister Pendleton is waiti...
This Could Be Love In hindsight, I should probably have just turned her away there and then. However, you know how it is – no matter what sort of day you have, you just can’t turn away a devastatingly attractive woman on your front doorstep.Even when you know that she’s a professional assassin – and the reason you know this is that you hired her to kill your business partner less than two months ago.I’d moved into my new...
How I Met Your Mother“No, no, that’s okay – I’ll have the final draft finished by then so you can come by and pick it up.” Andrew Hargreaves said as he cradled the telephone in the crook of his neck. On the other end of the line was his editor and agent, Diana Ingram. There was a gentle yet insistent tugging sensation on his right leg. He looked down into a pair of big blue eyes looking up at him and an expression that wa...
One Word It was one of those things you say in the heat of the moment that, if you’re lucky, you get chance to regret. She looked at me with what I’d normally call bedroom eyes, sultry and dark with black lining and thick lashes. Realistically she was the type of woman you took home for one night and spent the rest of your life dreaming about; not the type you took home to present to your mother. Not that this had anythi...
