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ENDANGERED By Shaun Kelsey © 2006 Shaun Kelsey Prologue Panting heavily from the exertion of the chase, the Sorlyx—a tall brown deer-like animal, with black, cloven hooves and an impressive rack of antlers—paused at the edge of a grassy clearing.  Looking over his shoulder, he stared into the gloom of the forest and nervously sniffed the air. Was the predator still there? A flash of sunlight diverted his attention from the forest.  His head snapped around and his eyes widened. Something unknown streaked through the sky.  The sound of a branch cracking in the forest he'd just left reminded him of what he knew to be there.  Pawing the

The Dreamcatcher By d. William Roberts © 2004 d. William Roberts 2274 This world was both beautiful, yet terrifying at the same time, the woman thought as she watched the smaller of the night's two moons quickly set through the arboreal growth on the horizon. Even as she watched, it disappeared, leaving its larger, slower brother behind. Slowly, he worked his way through the vegetation toward where his senses told him the source was. He was careful not to make any noise as he passed, a trait he was famous for. She shuddered a bit, her shore party parka not quite holding off the freezing chill of the night. Though the vegetation in the

Love Shaun By d. William Roberts © 1996 d. William Roberts 2269 They walked hand in hand after the sumptuous fare of the fine dinner restaurant. The scent of her perfume filled his emotions, robbing them of reason. There was the door to her quarters. Their eyes told each other of the fine time they had had and her green eyes told him of more to come. Closing his eyes, he leaned forward for the kiss her pouting mouth had just hinted at. (To continue reading this story please go to:  http://www.freewebs.com/shaunkelsey/startrek.htm and click on the link "Love Shaun")

Hover-boards and Photons By d. William Roberts © 1994 d. William Roberts 2273 The intruder hovered silently in a corner of the ceiling above Engineering's main control console, watching everything that the Human wearing the blue shirt and pants did. The intelligence behind the single, staring eye was cold and distant. The Human took one step to his left to punch a button; the intruder moved to get a better angle. (To continue reading this story please go to:  http://www.freewebs.com/shaunkelsey/startrek.htm and click on the link for "Hover-boards and Photons")

Rites of Passage By d. William Roberts © 1994 d. William Roberts 2267 Kirk was dying. Of that much Kelsey was sure. The captain lay unmoving next to a pile of debris that once had been the ceiling but now nearly blocked the cave's passage. There was an area of moist, dark dirt beneath him. Cadet Varek, a Vulcan specializing in medicine, had administered a hypo of a metabolic stabilizer, stopping the bleeding and preventing Kirk from sinking any deeper into shock. Without access to the Enterprise's sickbay, Kirk didn't stand a chance. (To continue reading this story please go to:  http://www.freewebs.com/shaunkelsey/startrek.htm and clic

The Night Watch By d. William Roberts © 1993 d. William Roberts 2266 Lieutenant Shaun Kelsey looked down at the plate of synthetic turkey and dressing, and for the first time since signing on board the Enterprise, thought it looked pretty good. He began shoveling it in, a bad habit he'd learned as a teen. Nearly two meters tall, and well built, he used the weights in the training room just enough to keep, what nature had given him, toned. His genealogy was nearly perfect. There was nothing but good Irish blood all the way back to the dark days of the twentieth century. Except Ma. Da had fallen for the Scottish lass, and Shaun had inheri

"Red Weasel" by d. William Roberts © 1994 The whine of heavy hydraulics and the growl of generators broke the silence of a cold, South Korean dawn.  Long, narrow, metallic boxes poked their ends from the concealment of a light early morning fog, pointing at the flawless blue sky of the northern horizon. Not far away, the Han River, with a thin coating of ice near its banks, slowly moved its load of water to the Yellow Sea.  Seasonally high due to the spring thaw, it was nearly a mile wide at this point. "Get up here now, soldier!" a voice could be heard yelling out from under a camouflage net--a device that looked like a fi

INEVITABILITY a short story by d. William Roberts © 1995 Cold, dark, and heavy with rain, the late fall sky of Montana's North Country lay close to the landscape, cutting off the sun's light and meager warmth.  Muttering a curse, a solitary figure, sitting on a large piece of shale behind a wall of tumble weed and grass, rubbed his hands together while at the same time wiggling his toes inside a pair of heavy, leather boots. The scoped rifle beside him and the heavy revolver on his belt spoke of his purpose.  On a shelf of rock nearby rested an expensive set of binoculars. "I don't remember it being this cold last year," he mumbled,

"The Darkness within the Copse" by d. William Roberts ©1995 His sharp antlers ripped and tore the bark of the sapling, leaving a patch of white, bare wood behind.  He sniffed at it and found the smell the glands at the base of his antlers left behind telling any others of his kind that this was his territory. A scent, strong in its hormonal influence, came in on the light, early morning breeze, interrupting his activity.  He tested the scent, turning his head slightly to discover the direction it was coming from.  Exhaling, he blew out a warm, moisture-laden cloud that surrounded his head in the cold, predawn air.  By its strength, he

Shar-Ief d. William Roberts © 1994 The bravo--an apprentice assassin--died quickly, quietly, with only a brief moment of pain.  The long, thin blade, expertly inserted through the spine's opening to the skull, destroyed the connection between thought and action. Holding the limp body up, the killer carried him further back into the alley.  Pulling up the sleeve of the victim's dark, flaxen shirt, he found a bloody dagger tattooed into the skin, the trademark of the local assassin's guild. So, the guild-master is contracting his lesser talent out to protect the vice-lord's interest, he thought.  Throwing the body into the open sewer, he t