The blazing sun was relentless even though it wasn't quite noon, and as Curt Randall took off his cap to wipe the sweat off of his brow it was like he could hear the rays sizzling on his damp crew cut. Without the cap his skull would be as deeply reddish brown as much of his upper torso was. The shirt he was wearing, or rather the tattered remains of what o...
My name is Dan Jeffries. I'm forty-six years old, a computer systems analyst working for a large accounting firm in downtown Chicago, although I make my home in the suburb of LaGrange. I've been married to my wife Grace, a paralegal, for ten years. Grace has a nineteen year old daughter named Janie from her first marriage who I love as if she were my own chi...
Author's note: A bit of warning, I believe, is necessary before proceeding to read this story. It demands the reader to suspend their beliefs, as it contains a smidge of magical realism. Also, it is intended to be light-hearted, so nothing should be taken too seriously. The same recommendation goes for the main character who is quirky, a bit of a scattered...
Hello and welcome to the second chapter of my new series. Before I go into writing, I would really love to thank you guys for your great love for my stories and me. Words cannot express how thankful I am. You guys are my inspiration and have turned me into a better writer. I was an amateur and got many negative views but now I am getting better. I just hope...
Alonso Lassiter strode jauntily towards the office of his Master and mentor Professor Evander Kell. Alonso was the Professor's assistant as well as a part time teacher of The Classics. Alonso was pleased as the Professor had secured them both, as well as four students, places at an established Egyptian archaeology site for three weeks of the upcoming summer...
~~~ * ~~~ Copyright by metajinx (under my real name, no, really). Please do not duplicate or copy without explicit permission, because I will hunt you down and bite your shins. This story is purely fictional. I recommend reading all the other parts first, because this is a continued story. Another chapter is already in the tube and will be published in a...
"I agree that it sounds peculiar and there may have been some foul play involved, but I can't understand exactly why you have come to me, Mr. Reardon. Whatever it was, it's over and done with and no ransom was ever demanded—or at least you say none was demanded and paid that you know of. As you say the police told you when you went there, it would be very di...
"Me, Cyndy and Kev and whoever else we can find, are going out tonight, there's a new band playing at Pump," Harry said. "Do you wanna come?" "I don't know," I replied. I was damn sure that Neill was going to be in my bed that night. I wanted that to happen as soon as possible. "I'm pretty busy at the moment, heading up to the University Games." "Oh, come...
CHAPTER 1 – INTRODUCTION Hi it's me, Jo Ashram, I'm back again, putting pen to paper (or rather fingers to keyboard) to carry on where I left off with "Becoming a Model Patient". It's been a week since the private party, life is resuming some semblance of normality and my body has stopped aching from the ordeal it endured the previous week! It is now the Un...
Steve pulled into the medical center parking lot at 5:45 p.m. Dr. Harry Wu's practice closed at 5:30 p.m. and the door was locked. Dr. Wu was sitting behind the reception desk. He let Steve in, then relocked the door. "Thanks for seeing me, Doctor," Steve said. "I just couldn't get away sooner." "No problem." Dr. Wu was a big handsome Asian man in his ear...