Meeting A Pirate With A Sex Toy Head: A Science Fiction Humor Short Story: Agents of The Emperor Science Fiction Stories

By Connor Whiteley

A Hotel. A Pirate. A Weirdly Wonderful Story.

Aliens get weird in the far future.

Arianna Ratcliffe owns a hotel planet. She loves her job. Arianna meets a pirate with a sex toy head.

Arianna investigates the weird alien.

A whacky, weird, delightful science fiction humor story about aliens, sex and passion.

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• Language: English
• Publisher: CGD Publishing
• Release date: Jan 12, 2024
• ISBN: 9798224636570

Connor Whiteley

Hello, I'm Connor Whiteley, I am an 18-year-old who loves to write creatively, and I wrote my Brownsea trilogy when I was 14 years old after I went to Brownsea Island on a scout camp. At the camp, I started to think about how all the broken tiles and pottery got there and somehow a trilogy got created.Moreover, I love writing fantasy and sci-fi novels because you’re only limited by your imagination.In addition, I'm was an Explorer Scout and I love camping, sailing and other outdoor activities as well as cooking.Furthermore, I do quite a bit of charity work as well. For example: in early 2018 I was a part of a youth panel which was involved in creating a report with research to try and get government funding for organised youth groups and through this panel. I was invited to Prince Charles’ 70th birthday party and how some of us got in the royal photograph.Finally, I am going to university and I hope to get my doctorate in clinical psychology in a few years.

Book preview

MEETING A PIRATE WITH A SEX TOY HEAD

The rich thick smells of burnt petrol, lemons and grapefruit hung in the air around Ariana Ratcliffe as she stood behind the large freshly polished white marble front desk of the hotel resort that she worked at. She had never really liked the oval shape of the resort with its bubble-like hotel rooms with the maddening jungle of the planet always searching for ways to breach the resort, but it was a job.

And a job she loved.

Ariana pressed her well-aged hands, that looked perfectly young like the rest of her body thanks to the rejuvenation treatments an ex-boyfriend got her, against the icy coldness of the marble front desk and just stared across the immense baby blue oval lobby. She had never understood why the crazy owner had been obsessed with ovals and baby blue colours and even holographic paintings of marble quarries that floated on the smooth blue walls of the lobby.

Yet maybe Ariana’s