I've been working on a novel (which will be split into 5 books) and i was wondering if any one had any ideas, it is going to be about a man named Samuel Livingston, who is only 20 years old (give or take) and it begins with him fighting in WW2, and it goes on from there, about his life,etc... The link to the part so far (has been editted,etc...but just not satisfactory) Below is the outline i've been writing.. (most of the info is in my head and just have not typed it out...) Link ...

I sat at a table on the patio of a French Café located in the heart of Paris, drinking a Perrier; I turned to the sports section of the local French newspaper, and had started to read when a short, feeble looking man approached my table. "Monsieur Conrad?" the stranger asked with a strong French accent. "Yes." I said as I folded the paper and sat it on the table. "I am Agent 6, of the French Intelligence Agency, I was to meet you here on regards of Dr. Conner’s whereabouts." He said. "Fin...

Prologue: A billowing bon fire illuminated the night sky as if the sun was still high in the sky. Around the fire was a group of cloaked malignant men. These men belonged to an occult known as The Serpent Lodge, which dealt in black magic and all things evil. They were intent upon unleashing the lowest gates of hell and to pour forth its awesome wrath, to do their bidding. Their purpose tonight was to finally destroy the roots of their sole opposition; their roadblock to total power i...

In the flash of light, the ground of the forest tremored, and leaves swirled in an uncanny wind. A tall man in white robes appeared. He had a long tail of silvery hair, and his eyes gleamed ice blue as he peered fretfully through the fading light of the strange habitat. He felt a mite disorientated, as he smelt the forest's leafy must, and discerned a narrow pathway stretching before him. Where am I? Aaron Evelander thought to himself. "Hmm." There was only one way to find...

--a bit of another story i started, but haven't finished, put it at the end of the 'to do' list.....if you have any ideas for a title, let me know , it is supposed to be about a president who is at the end of his 2nd term and decides he doesn't want to leave the white house, so he takes it over, along with some loyal followers...don't know why the alignment is off... A morning frost settled on the White House lawn just as President Faulkner rose from a full, undisturbed six hours rest....

(This is chapter 1 of a story i wrote (some fiction/based on truth) about trip to australia to spend the summer with my aunt and uncle... I sat in a seat near one of the windows of a Boeing-737 destined for Sydney Australia. I stared out at the scenery that unfolded; a red rolling desert with various trees and bushes scattered about, this was the vast and deserted outback of Australia, where in less than five hours I would be residing for the summer with my aunt Phyllis and uncle Ed; h...

A gust of wind swept through the valley and into the trench, bringing with it the odor of death and decay. It caused me to pitch over. My hand flew to cover my nose. I tried desperately not to vomit. A man nearby chuckled, “What’s the matter Sam, the smell getting to ya?” He said with a southern drawl and proceeded to grin, this was my friend Frank. “Yeah…we’ve been here what, six months and haven’t so much as a few yards here and there.” I said. Frank and I were bunkmates in boot camp, ...

This is a part of a story i am working on, is based on actual events during a trip i took years ago (Age-16) to my aunt and uncle in australia: --dr. b I sat in a seat near one of the windows of a Boeing-737 destined for Sydney Australia. I stared out at the scenery that unfolded; a red rolling desert with various trees and bushes scattered about, this was the vast and deserted outback of Australia, where in less than five hours I would be residing for the summer with my aunt Phyll...

“The sin they do by two and two they must pay for by one and one.” --Kipling (Tomlinson) Ezra Dubois Delacroix sat solemnly on his fold down cot, within his eight feet tall, by eight feet wide, by eight feet deep, solitary prison cell. Being partially hunched over his hands covering his blood shot eyes; he wept and reminisced his roller coaster twenty-four years of life. Specifically the last seven years of him being a resident of the Louisiana State Penitentiary. The random, noisy, ...