Jonas had researched many different religions after he moved out of his parents' home. He had become very disgusted with his former faith when the preachers at his church had started speaking out against homosexuality. The derogatory, mean things people had said were heart breaking in many ways. After carefully thinking about the alternatives he concluded th...
"This has been a special report for channel 13, Eye on the News" The camera man widened his shot as the reporter finished her closing line. Flames and smoke billowed from what appeared to be a huge pile of debris half a block away behind the reporter. The red flashing lights of fire trucks, ambulances and police vehicles strobed the camera lense with their...
At 2 am in the morning Anton Mikhailovich picked up the hand piece of the phone. He knew it was – him – the man that had called him two mornings prior offering him a large sum of money for a special favor. And he had been waiting for his call to come. His expression showed approval as the phone began to ring the second the long hand struck the hour. When he...
Air travel nowadays is a crapshoot. The worst aggravation can happen when you least expect it. That day when I flew back to the Dallas/Fort Worth airport after a short business trip, planning to catch a connection back to my home in Austin, I had no idea how screwed up things were going to get. It was the end of May. We had taken off from St. Louis late on...
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Author's note: Wow, so it's been a while! Before you read on, I'd like to shout out to a lovely lady of a certain lucky number for dropping a line and reminding me there are people out there who enjoy the tales I have here. I've been a bad girl, hoarding away my chapters, tweaking here, correcting there, and publishing nothing to Lit in the meantime. As thi...
Comments, critiques and tips are welcome. Damon Reid vs. Tristan Thomas *** "You sure you're okay?" Tristan asked Damon for the fourth time since they boarded his luxury private jet. Damon had been looking preoccupied since he'd received a call just before they got on board. "Yeah I'm good." Damon sighed, looking out as the plane started taxiing down th...
Goddamnit. I can't sleep. Every time I close my eyes, I hear screaming and bombs going off. Instead of sitting on the ratty secondhand couch in my trashy apartment, I'm transported back to Iraq. Back to sleeping curled around my M16. Back to breathing in sand and hot dry air all day long. Back to that day. Before I get into that, I should give you some bac...
I had caught the last flight of the day from Miami to Key West. The plane was a small, two-jet prop thirty-four-seater island hopper with cramped headroom and narrow seats. The airport security guy, now all smiles and service, the embarrassment of having had to detain a New York detective needing to be smoothed over, drove me straight out to the plane, so I...
"Shit." "What is it? What's wrong?" Lieutenant Kahn asked sotto voce. We were walking, being carried along by far too many people, I thought, to be out and about at 9:00 am. We were trying to get to the gate for my flight to Denver, connecting through Chicago. At the moment, though, I was grateful for the crowd, even though their chatter was exploding in my...