Good-guys Stories

OUR UNIVERSE ISN’T THE ONE WE KNOW. “Just look out the window Jess, be amazed,” Ryder said. WE AREN’T THE ONLY ONES OUT THERE. I turn towards the window and witness something completely unbelievable. Multiple starships pass us by. Space stations with fuel signs and a port. Strange planets and the most bizarre, an earth satellite sitting innocently in the middle. I AM ONE THEM. Jessica Jones finds out the she is a chosen Citali when she meets the mysterious Ryder. But she’s not any chosen Citali. Chosen by the universe and given powers to protect she is the beginning of the new age. Cause’ if the bad guys are getting tougher. So must the good guys. AUTHOR’S NOTE Hey guys thank you for looking at my story. If you’re keen on reading more this will be slow updating. I know, I know slow updating what is this chick going on about. I’m new to the writing business and to create quality chapters will take me longer than most hope you stay with me through the book ;D <3 M

In the freezing cold of the Egyptian desert, the cloudless night sky glistens with what seems to be a thousand stars twinkling above the Earth and the windless evening was so tranquil and peaceful, you would never of known this was part of a combat zone. A combat zone that was expanding further across North Africa as Rommel's Afrika Corps pushed the British out of Libya into the realm of Egypt, where the Western Desert Campaign was developing into a climax between the Axis Powers and the Allied Powers of who would triumph in the region once and for all. The British were in the process of developing defensive positions near El Alamein to outfox the Desert Fox or deal with the consequences of losing Egypt, the Suez Canal, and even the oil rich Arabian Peninsula. A lone British soldier stood sentry in the dark shivering from the coldness of the Sahara Desert, stands watch over a small camp seven kilometers west of El Alamein, where three American made British M3 Grant battle tanks made camp for the night. The tank crews were sleeping on the ground in makeshift tents, while a few tankers slept in their tanks, instead of dealing with the sandy desert ground. Suddenly, the desert still of the night was disturbed as the ground began to rumble and shake. The British sentry was trying to balance himself, but was knocked off his feet as the desert ground opened up with a storm of sand drenching the air. As the British sentry tried to clear the grainy sand out of his eyes, he heard a loud mechanical twirling sound and then his vision cleared with the image of a humongous cylinder shaped machine mounted with a high velocity still spinning drill. The British sentry was trying to understand what he saw before him. He did not fully comprehend what he saw, but the machine was a tank-like boring machine, capable of drilling deep down into sand, dirt, and stone called a Subterrene.

A villain shot the power rangers with some hate arrows. Not all of them of course got hit. Have fun reading!!!

So there we were, camping on the roof of the apartment building. Music played softly in the background as they stared at the night sky. Every once and a while, one of the five got up and glanced into the telescope. But then, the average nerd camp out became a scary night as a UFO hovered above them. We all ran, and dove behind a dividing wall. The UFO just stayed there. For two days it did nothing. Then aliens started to pop out. Immediately, the band of nerds jumped into action. We each made a mask, skin tight suit and added a cape with under ware flashing over top. Then we made names and agreed to protect the world from the creatures and send them back to space. But we weren't just super heroes, we were... THE AWESOME ONES.

A villain shot the power rangers with some hate arrows. Not all of them of course got hit. Have fun reading!!!