P.L. Parker

P.L. Parker

Sunday, January 24, 2016

And Now for a Little Opera

My youngest son Zach is budding opera star, where that
comes from I'll never know.  Currently, he is working on his master's at the University of Washington and had a major part in the opera Calisto this January.  He also is heavily involved in his and his partner's company, Opera Elect.  Anyway, proud momma has to shout it out at times.  The link is to one of my favorites that he has recorded - Widmung. Check it out.


Thursday, December 31, 2015

Happy New Year - May 2016 Be the Best!

Happy New Year to all.  My wish is for each of you to have the best year ever! Remember to hug your loved ones as many times as you can.

P. L. Parker

Sunday, December 27, 2015

Step Into the Stars and Awake 200 Years in the Future - The Chalice

What would you do if you awoke 200 years in the future, kidnapped by an alien race and slave to an alien lord?  Find out - The Chalice - winner of the Coffee Time CTRR Award:


Goth Girl screeched and fell back, landing with a dull thump on the floor.  A sizzling hole the size of a grapefruit vented her lower torso.  She gasped, convulsed and then went limp, sightless eyes stared at the ceiling.
Oh my God!”
Dread jerked back just in time to avoid a direct hit.  The black locks sheared from the side of her head leaving tiny tendrils of smoke spiraling up.
You sonofabitch!” she screamed, starting out the door.  “I’ll kill you!”
Shagal crashed through, barreling into Dread as they dropped in a writhing heap of arms and legs. 
Nose to nose, he snarled, “Are you crazy female?”
“He shot my hair,” she screeched, eyes flaring.  “I’m gonna kill ‘im.” 
Kara rushed to the doorway and took up Dread’s position, firing a haphazard spread of glowing bursts.  Her peripheral vision caught sight of Mordaq’s silvery white braids flying out as he spun, plowing through the line of Deg’Nara.  He tossed the plasma gun aside, whipping out the formidable Tar.  The weapon slashed and diced.  Alien soldiers crumpled.  The huge Warrior was holding his own—and then some!
Shagal scrambled up, grabbed Goth Girl’s weapon and leapt out the door, both hands firing as he charged into the chaos.  Biker Chick glanced their way, shrugged in resigned acceptance, and then jumped, following him into the fracas.
“You dumbasses!” Dread screamed an anguished wail of unrestrained terror.  “You’re gonna get killed out there!”
“We’re going to get killed in here,” Anne snuffled against her sleeve.  She reached over and gently slipped the dead girl’s eyelids down.  “We don’t have a snowball’s chance in hell of surviving this.”
“Says you,” Kara muttered, snapping off another round.  “I plan on getting naked with Tegan and doing the nasty again.”
Dread’s head whipped, her mouth dropped open, dark eyes rounding.  “You screwed Lord Tegan?”
Another burst of pulsing light.  “Yep and I’m gonna do it again as soon as I get a chance, so shut up and shoot the bad guys.”
“Like I said,” Anne hissed.  “We don’t have a snowball’s chance in hell.”  She pointed.  “Look over there.”
A vehicle emerged from the Deg’Nara ship.  Heavily armored, squat and ugly, its outward appearance comparable to an armored tank.  The upper portion lifted, swiveled, and then retracted, a barrel-like object coming to rest directly in line with their position.  The machine rumbled forward on clanking metallic treads. 
Kara’s lips quivered, her teeth chattered.  They couldn’t fight that frickin’ thing!
A flash of light hit the edge of the door nearby showering sparks, the brilliant array blinding her for a few long moments.  She blinked, attempting to clear the white spots clogging her vision. 
I’m going to die and I’ll never see Tegan again!
Self-pitying tears flooded her eyes and spilled down her cheeks.

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Tuesday, December 15, 2015

Saturday, December 5, 2015

64 and Holding....

Today is my 64th birthday and I ask myself "How did I get so damn old?"  My mind still functions somewhere between 35 and 40 but my body has sprang forward without my express consent.  I've added pounds, some additional lines, more grey hairs, etc., but you know what?  I'm okay!  Today, I'll try to make this a good one, enjoying the little things that make my life what it is.  

Hope it is a good day for you as well.


Wednesday, November 25, 2015

And a Happy Thanksgiving to You!

Wishing you the very best on this day of thanksgiving.  Patsy

Saturday, October 17, 2015

It's Almost Halloween - Any room for a Vampire?

One who doesn't know she's a vampire? And only by absolution can she be saved.

Absolution by P. L. Parker

Book video:



 “I canst not move,” she objected. “Ye hast made movement impossible.”
Chloe reached up, moving the gauze just enough to allow breathing.
“Now you messed it up.” Earl re-adjusted the layer, leaving it slightly looser.
“I be barely able to see,” Chloe complained. “Doest ye believe such will work?”
“I think it will, but what about these?” Benny fingered her long tresses. “Won’t they
get suspicious if her hair’s not burned off?”
“’Tis very thin,” Chloe murmured, “and p’raps they will think the fire be the cause.”
“Good point!Maybe if we pull it up and wrap it around her head, they won’t even
notice it. Her face’s enough to scare ‘em away anyway.”
“For gawd’s sake, Benny!  Is your mouth attached to your brain?”
Chloe’s lips twisted in a wry smile. “’Tis well Benny reminds me often, else I might
fall into the sin of vanity.”
“Well, I’ve been paying attention, and believe me, you’re getting better. There are
actually places where skin’s starting to form. That has to be good!” Earl reached for a
jug of blood. “While I’m thinking about it, you better drink some more of this before
you go to sleep.”
Benny’s stomach gurgled loudly. “How about us? When do we eat?”
“I be pleased to share.” Chloe’s voice rang with amusement, much to Benny’s
Shuddering exaggeratedly, he poked a finger down his throat and gagged. “Forget
With Earl’s assistance, Chloe managed to mince her way to the SUV, but getting in
was another matter. Between the two of them, Earl and Benny loaded her into the back,
taking care to tuck the tent around her once again. Their voices came muffled through
the layers and Chloe felt as if she were in another world. Truth be known, she was in
another world, unlike any she’d ever imagined. How was she going to fit into this

strange place?