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.He swiped it in front of Grear sending him hurtling into the wall of the spaceship, knocking him unconscious.“You!” he said to Veronica, “You are coming with us.”Veronica felt the fear kick into warp drive as she attempted to maintain calm.The Doradan warrior twirled his intergalactic boomstick in his hands and waved it across the other Ghoma standing next to her; they too hurtled into the wall and fell to the floor unconscious.“Come with us willingly and we let them live; refuse and they die.” It was a raw deal.Veronica was left with an impossible choice.She stared at Grear who remained motionless.“What’s it going to be, machine? Life or death for your new friends?”“LIFE!” she yelled.“That is what I thought.”He grabbed her hair and turned his wrist, pulling her hair tight as he forced her to her feet.In an instant a bright glow of light surrounded them.TO BE CONTINUED – or Check out the bundle at a 45% discount!Excerpts from my other storiesIn the Trees: Galactic Group BreedersThe Camping Trip of a Lifetime“Here we go ladies!” I said, my white-knuckled hands gripping the steering wheel as we turned into the campgrounds at The Lone Pines in central Arizona.It was a gorgeous location.Pine trees were scattered for miles around, a rugged, un-kept dirt road had led up to it; it was truly in the middle of nowhere.I rolled down the windows letting the crisp mountain air inside the car.I could smell the pine needles and hear a light wind meandering through the trees; the sound of my tires grinding into the gravel brought me back to childhood road trips with my dad.As far as I was concerned, this was heaven on Earth.I lived for the outdoors and couldn’t wait to set up shop.My friends looked scared, or at the very least apprehensive; I was hesitant to even ask them on this trip.I thought it was a little weird to be scared of nature, but I guess some people get so accustomed to their own internal and local worlds they fear venturing out.Eva and Lindsey were definitely victims of modern society, and I thought getting out into the wild would be a good experience for them, helping them grow out of their electronic solitudes.I had sold them hard on this trip and I was delighted when they agreed to come.I wanted a girls-only weekend.I could have easily asked my husband, but I doubted he would want to come, and I knew my girls and I would have more fun together anyways.That is just how things went with us.We’d grown up together, watched men come and go, as each of us were married, and even through Eva’s divorce we stayed friends.Relationships like that you keep; relationships like that you nurture.I had felt troubled as we had all steadily grown more distant from one another over the last year, like tree roots spreading outward in opposite directions.Sooner or later, we’d no longer be close.Above all else, I wanted this trip to bring us back together, although this wasn’t something I’d advertised to my friends.Eva spent the entire four hour ride checking her makeup and Lindsey kept complaining that her Facebook wouldn’t connect; she’d snapped a whole album of selfies that beckoned to be uploaded, her poor ego needing a warm stroking from the internet.I share no such fascination with myself; my eyes were on the scenery, not some electronic distraction I was hopelessly addicted to.“Turn it off Linds!” I said, “What is so important on Facebook? Look around you, it is beautiful out here!”“Hmm, yea, I guess.I can always just look at Google images.” she said, her face and fingers quickly returning to her iPhone to show me pictures of trees, and then to her front facing camera for another ego feeding selfie.Eva looked over at her annoyed, even she was tired of the small LED light blinding everybody every five minutes.“Lindsey, put it away yea?” she said.Finally Lindsey succumbed to peer pressure, putting her phone in her purse, becoming visibly agitated in its absence, a sign of true addiction.I finally made it through the bumpy road and toward the check-in at The Lone Pines.“Alright you guys, we’re here.Sit tight, I’m going to check in.” I pulled the car up to a small parking area, it was deserted, strangely so.As I opened the door I realized no one was in the small check-in booth, the wood looked old; there were cobwebs and pine needles that looked like they hadn’t been swept out in months.I had made reservations on the website recently, and we made it in time.Someone should have been here.The entrance to the park was closed off with a large, thick chain.Attached to it was metal sign that read: “NO TRESSPASSING!”As I walked back to the car, I noticed Eva and Lindsey were annoyed, they could tell something wasn’t right.“What the fuck, Jennie?” Eva said, “Didn’t you make reservations?”I leaned into the car from the open window, “I did.I don’t know what the hell is going on.”Lindsey sighed and reached for her phone.Neither of them tried to help me, but it is what I expected so I had no reason to be mad.I walked up to the chain blocking the road and noticed that the link connecting it to one of the metal poles it hung on was loose.I removed the link and pulled the chain back and to the other side of the road, allowing entry into the campground.I darted back to the car, steam escaping from my breath as the cold air chilled my ears.I rested on the open window and looked inside at my friends.“OK guys,” I said, “I made reservations, and we’re getting what we paid for.I didn’t pack this damn car for nothing and I’m ready to do this.Who’s with me?”Silence, the faces of women scorned looking back at me.Screw it.I opened the car door back up and drove to our site reservation.It didn’t take long there were only twenty spaces and we were reserved for space thirteen [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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