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I have always been interested in writing, but have never had the patience or dicipilne required to sit and get anything done. I found this website via Wil Wheatons blog, and decided to give it a try. Ive only written one ficlet so far,but I love it! The Most Difficult Decision by Jason Billingham !an enters his ho!e, with confidence and conviction. "or years, he has been !a#ing up his !ind, and today $ it is !ade up. s he closes the door $ loc#s it, and puts down his tan leather briefcase, he can s!ell tonights dinner being slowly prepared. The ut!ost care ta#en to ensure everything is perfect. Why not, since this will be the night to celebrate his victory over his de!ons. %ut of the briefcase, co!es a gun. s he wal#s towards the cuisine door, an&iety rips at his very being. The fear, the e&cite!ent all welling up inside hi! li#e a great geyser, preparing hi! for, what will surely be his finest hour. s he approaches the doorway, he sees the young, sli! sian wo!an preparing the !eal. 'he hears, and slowly turns to reveal a cleaver in her hand, that had been !eant for the liver clearly visible on the counter. bead of sweat fails hi! by slowly gliding down his flushed chee#. 'he s!iles, and beacons hi! forward. (e is so close now, can feel breath on his face. 'uddenly it happens) * +, .

%peration "reedo! by Jason Billingham s she sped down the dar#, barely lit highway she thought of the loo# on his face. 'heer terror, !i&ed with a tinge of a!use!ent only a true thespian could have !anaged. fter all, who else could !aintain co!posure when being shown their insides, out'he had .ust turned /0, and was now running away, not #nowing what direction she was going. The roar of the Mustangs engine only barely audible above the roar of the adrenalin1rich blood pounding in her ears. 'he was 23eaving 3as 4egas5 the thought vaguely a!using to her, and had put her trust in the old adage that what happens there, stays there. 'he wasnt so sure though. (ad there been witnesses-

Would his !en see# revenge. +o, they were !ost definitely alone, and his !en would be lost without hi!. +o, she was truly free. "or the first ti!e in her life, it was her decision where she went, with who! she #ept co!pany, and how she earned !oney. "ro! this day forward, she was no longer a flesh1and1blood !achine of destruction. 'tar Tre#6 ,eneration ,ap by Jason Billingham s 7ir# sat in his quarters aboard the 8.'.'. "arragut, he wondered why he was here. 9ears before, days to hi!, on the :nterprise *, he had been listed as #illed in action, but now $ here he sat, on this strange ship, with these strange people. 'o!ewhere, so!eone had !ade a !ista#e. That poor !an. ;icard was it- (ad given his life for that control device. They had saved the day, again. 'o what- ll he could thin# about was ntonia, and how he longed to be bac# in the +e&us. <eal or not, to spend the rest of his days in that drea! would have been to be in ecstasy for a lifeti!e. (e would have that again. strange chirp bro#e hi! fro! his thoughts, and he heard a voice say 2Dec# %fficer =harles to =aptain 7ir#.5 It was the co!! badge he was given.. now how did this thing wor# again- 2Dec# officer to =aptain 7ir#, respond please. >ust tap your co!!unicator sir.5 7ir# should have paid !ore attention upon boarding, now he loo#ed li#e a fool. 'ternly, he tapped the badge and said, 27ir# here.5

Prequels
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Sequels

(!!, alternate ending to the !ovie. "un to thin# about. I! sure 'hatner would have preferred this version.

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I! actually writing this as a longer, 2full1length5 story $ the above is .ust an e&cerpt ?edited down for space@. The first co!!ent that usually co!es up, for those who have read the first few chapters, is 29ou #illed ;icard!-5

<eturn of Dr. W(% by Jason Billingham The archeology tea! on Minas A was unearthing so!ething when Dr. Willia! (arris %rson arrived at the dig. The sound of the las1diggers echoed through the evening with an eerie hu!. (e was dressed in a long trench, and had wild white hair. The only other notable thing, was that he see!ed in an aweful hurry. s he wal#ed closer to the ob.ect being unearthed, his pulse quic#ened, and he beca!e short of breath. (e had been searching for this for his entire life, having been told the fa!ily story, over and over. (e would !a#e that story a reality.

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crane was now lifting the ob.ect out of the earth, and gingerly sat it down on the ground. (e !oved in close, and s!iled a satisfying s!ile. It was the find he was loo#ing for. What sat before hi! was a battered old police bo&, re!iniscent of those in 3ondon !any !any years ago. (e pulled a very old loo#ing paper fro! his poc#et, and gingerly unfolded it. %n that paper, was written a single word, T <DI' . 2:&cellent5, he thought $ 2the adventure begins.5