Folsom heard some muffled discussion from the other side of the door between his cramped, dark prison and the back panel on the closet in Roman's cabin and then some rustling around in the cabin followed by the slamming of the cabin door and then . . . silence . . . for the longest time. A good thing he wasn't claustrophobic, Folsom was thinking. And then t...
*All names have been changed to protect the innocent, namely me. "You're rummaging." "What?" I asked, not really paying attention. I looked up from my clutch bag. It was him. "I said, you're rummaging," he repeated with a small smile. "Oh. Yeah, I guess I am," I answered. He looked at me quizzically, expecting me to elaborate. I just went back to rummag...
Millstone - ONE - (Hanging the Chimney Hook) All Rights Reserved © 2020, Rick Heathen This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental...
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He caught my eye from across the hall; with a cocky grin and a raised eyebrow, he melted my heart, and I instantly fell for the tall ginger in PoliSci 101. He caught up with me as the lecture ended, and though I tried to act surprised I'm almost certain he knew that I had been watching him since he stood up. "Any chance I could take you out for coffee?" he...
Dedication and Thank you: To my dear friend Gipsy Keket, thank you for the wonderful names you came up with and for your always being there for me, and; being a creative inspiration to me always. You are a great friend and inspiration. I love ya girl! It was a Sunday morning and it had begun to rain when I heard these words: "You," he said, "are a terribly...
After my hot... but interesting.... encounter with Kelvin, I went and took a long shower and prepared myself for tonight. I knew Quinn wanted me to be fresh, and clean for those big ball players. I was hoping to be there lucky charm for winning the game so then everybody will be in good spirits. I didn't think my hole can handle another aggressive fuck and...
Baby liked to run. The only thing that could stop her momentum was ice cream trucks and men. She takes after her owner, except the last time I stopped for an ice cream truck, I was five and riding my tricycle. As far as men go, I've stopped way too many times to share in the introductory paragraph. Let's just say I've tried every flavor of Popsicle available...
"So, when did you figure out that Jason Jenks himself was the serial killer?" I gave Hank a steady look. We were across the table from each other in an interview room down at Denver police headquarters. But neither one of us was being interviewed—we'd both just needed a more private place to say our good-byes. I was about to leave the building and find a ho...
"This is weird. I feel like the world has been turned upside down." "That's great, Lars, really it is. You know what's even better? Not talking about it." I found myself in the company of my own personal, brand new, never before had an outlet for this sorta shit, fan-boy. Larsen Nichols. He decided to sit with me at lunch, after I decided to sit by myself...