"I've got three dead women living in the Biocyb lab.  Two of whom are having
a lot of trouble dealing with that."

-- Mackie Stingray, "Libel," by Mark Latus


What a mess, Sylia seems to have been swallowed by her icequeen act, Priss
alternates between depression and fury and I still can't decide who I am.
Now Nene's turning into some sort of cyberslut.  What next?

-- Linna Yamazaki, "Libel," by Mark Latus


For Ranma, the day had started better than normal.  His usual 
morning practice with his father had ended with Genma being dunked in the 
pond, and Akane, luckily, did not catch him watching to make sure that she 
arrived back safely from her morning jog.  Even breakfast went well with 
Akane and him being cordial and polite to each other.  It was when he was 
walking with Akane on the way to school, that he had made a big mistake.

He opened his mouth.

-- "A Son's Duty," by Hitomi Ichinohei


    "Love me tender, lurrve me true..." wafted from a door, slightly ajar,
as Sylia walked delicately to a private booth at the back of a smoky karaoke
bar.  "Elvis lives, but it shure ain't in this dive!" shouted a disgruntled
looking patron.

-- "Dr. Wu," by Bernard and Johan Khoo


	"HALT!! You're under arrest!!" an amplified voice bellowed from behind
them. Sylia turned slightly, and could see at least two ADP K-17s with a
score of troopers in body armour slowly advancing on them, weapons at the
ready. She took a quick glance around SkyKnight's shoulder, and could see an
identical formation advancing from the other direction.
	"Oh, great, it's the comedy relief."

-- SkyKnight, "Bubblegum Zone 9," by Bert Van Vliet


	Priss kissed him softly on the lips, sliding her arms around his neck. She
felt his arms start to wrap around her, then they stopped. She pulled back a
bit, looking quizzically down at him.
	"You're...you're sure about this?" he asked weakly. A slow, sly smile crept
across Priss' face as she lowered her head to his, her breath feeling warm
and moist on his skin. She could feel slight, nervous tremors running
through him. 	
	"Trust me; I know what I'm doing," she breathed, just before her lips
fastened onto his again.

-- "Bubblegum Zone 9," by Bert Van Vliet



Jeanne Hedge
http://www.accsyst.com/jhedge/main.htm
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             "Man gives every reason for his conduct save one, 
                    every excuse for his crimes save one, 
                     every plea for his safety save one; 
                       and that one is his cowardice."

                               -- George Bernard Shaw (1856-1950)