This is the sequel to my other story titled 24 Kills for Shelly. This 80000 word story finishes the end of man what the Norse (Vikings) called Ragnarok. I haven't finished editing the last couple of chapters so please don't get hung up on the grammar and spelling errors.
Jaime is an English cabin boy on a Dutch merchantman in the Caribbean in the early eighteenth century when piracy and sea dueling between the Spanish and English flourished. Jaime was well versed in the duties of a cabin boy, and he didn’t mind doing them too much. He would welcome any master who came through the captain’s cabin door and demanded that he lie on his back.
In the movie "The Mist" a woman leaves the store after the mist surrounds it to walk home to her young children. What happened to her? Spoilers for the movie.
Emily goes green and likes it. Emily house-sits for her botanist neighbor and gets seduced by an enormous flowering plant in the professor's greenhouse.
On a family expedition to Egypt, a bored teen sneaks away from her tour group and finds herself lost in a tunnel. Desperate for rescue she comes across a group of mysterious figures. Her trouble has only begun.
Donald Finney is a soldier stationed in H-Space, a newly discovered dimension adjacent to our own. Ezquerra, a fellow soldier with a dubious reputation, shows him some unusual flora with flowers that look exactly like a woman's sex organs. Conincidence or deliberate? Finney is about to learn, in H-Space the flowers fuck you back...