The High Priestess bowed low before the Dragon, atop his treasure hoard.  Her costume was ornate, heavily accented with gold; but the primary accents were sapphires and azure, fitting the colors of the draconic lord. The Blue Dragon had a name, of course, but it was never spoken by any of his servants.  A handful of other Dragons knew his name, but he did not converse with them, and indeed intended to kill them. “How goes the day, faithful one?” the great blue wyrm enquired. “All is well, Great One.”  She smiled up at the great creature.  “All the realm sings praises in your name.  As you know, the gold mines

First Trump came for the Mexicans And I didn’t speak up because I wasn’t a Mexican. Then Trump came for our private healthcare,  and I didn’t speak up because I figured Hillary or Bernie would do the same thing anyway. Then Trump came for public property by way of corporate asset forfeiture, and I didn’t speak up because I rent an apartment. Then Trump came for the Muslims, and I didn’t speak up because I wasn’t a Muslim. Then Trump said “We should shut down the internet” ….and then it was too late for anyone to speak up.

Brian Waters code name "Targeter" Born: October 4, 1989 in Leeds, UK 5 foot 11 inches. Blonde hair, green eyes. Background: Originally a member of the British SAS, he was recruited by a (classified) British agency who also gave him an arm-mounted xenon laser weapon.  Political maneuvering in Parliament meant the funding for his agency was cut.  After a brief but effective tour in the Middle East, he was recommended for the Guardian A.N.G.E.L.S. division.  His laser almost sent him to the Avenging division instead, but he's neither a heavy enough hitter nor trigger-happy enough to qualify.  He is happy enough to be a Guardian. Personality: H

Then and Now, part 2 by Jay McIntyre Brent, London 12 February, 1993 The TARDIS materialized in a dirty alley. A bitter wind was blowing, and snow was coming down fairly heavily. There was a pause, then the door opened. The Doctor, Amy and Rory stepped out, all dressed for the winter weather. The Doctor looked up, expression unreadable. “A cold winter's night in London....” “So?” Rory asked. “It reminds me of something.” “You've been everywhere,” Amy pointed out. “Everywhere reminds you of something.” “Something specific,” the Doctor said. “Something from l

Then and Now, part 1 by Jay McIntyre Falmouth, Cornwall. 1 September, 2011. The harbor was busy, but not too busy for the locals to start in amazement when a blue box ground into reality on one of the docks. Inside that blue box, the Doctor and Peri saw everyone staring, via the view screen. “That.....wasn't supposed to happen,” the Doctor muttered, for once not nearly as loud as his garish patchwork coat. “Admit it Doctor,” Peri said, “You've had a harder time piloting the TARDIS since you regenerated.” The Doctor emitted a genuine harrumph, restored to form by her jibe. “I'll have you know th

Fallen Angels: In the Shadows.... Page One Mac welcomes the team to the briefing, shushes their usual banter, and briefs them on a henge recently discovered off the western coast of Ireland.... Page Two Specifically, this is Croaghnakeela Island, off Ireland’s Atlantic coast. (a real place, I looked it up)  A shadowy figure with a distinctive ring on his finger is briefing his troops on securing “the relic below the henge.”  Most of these are garden variety troopers, but the shadow figure’s lieutenant is a skilled swordsman, probably some sort of bastard offspring of aristocracy, with training to know how to use hi

The son and his friend eventually found other people to help them climb out of the river.  But it was a near thing; they almost drowned. The father who didn't know how to be a father didn't apologize for his cowardice, or offer any real help.  But for the son's birthday, he did take him to a mall to buy shoes. Now, the non-father was getting older, and moved slow.  But the son was also slow, with a neurological limp since he was born.  So he was walking slow with the old man, trying to help him along.  The old man became snippy and demanded the son move slower.  The son put up with this as best he could, then finally tried to help the old m

Announcer:  It's the return of the Gar Logan show!  Here’s your host, Gaaaaaaaaaaaaaaar Logan! *Gar dances out to wild applause* Gar: Hey everybody!  Sorry it’s been so long, but we had a falling out with one of our sponsors.  Some people say they’re fans of certain characters, but aren’t unless they’re written to their exact specs.  Some people claim to be students of history, but are very selective about it.  And some people try to give financial advice when they’ve never had to fend for themselves. *crowd goes ooooooh then applauds* Gar:  *nods solemnly*  Sometimes you have to leave the wrong person