This is the first story I've written. I really don't believe writing is my forte, however some of my friends like it so I decided to try and post something to see other people's reactions. Constructive criticism is welcome. Please don't just say "this sucks." I like to use conversations to build up characters, so there will be a good bit of talking. If you a...
by Captain Midnight ©2005 Based on his play "Good Cop, Bad Cop" For the series of stories created by Patricia51 and Linda_s The beginning of this chapter will sound VERY off-topic, but I hope it gives some character insight. Also please note this was started well before Hurricane Katrina and its devastation, and is not meant to downplay any aspects of tha...
I awoke sometime in the early morning. It was still dark; the blue screen on the TV cast a surreal glow about the living room. We had fallen asleep during the movie and hadn’t stirred since. Still cradled in her arms on the couch, I stared into the blue darkness and briefly relived the events of the night before. Never before had I experienced such an inten...
Interlude: Truth, Lies, and Fiction Storytelling is a funny thing. When you read a story like this, you're giving somebody like me permission to tell you certain kinds of lies. You probably agree that it's okay and even sensible for me to lie to you about my name, and the company I work for, and a bunch of other things besides. I need those lies if I'm to t...
Chapter Nine It was nearly midnight when Skyler put her key in the lock of her family home's front door. She was exhausted and wanted nothing more than to make it to her room, where she could collapse into her bed. But Skyler knew that wasn't likely to happen. She could see the television on in the house's front room and figured her mother was sitting up wa...
"Wog" = Australian slang for Greeks and other Southern Europeans. It used to be a racist insult, but it's been almost entirely reclaimed, and these days it's mostly used self-referentially by Australians of Mediterranean ancestry. * I didn't see Phoebe again before she went back to Sydney. She was doing family stuff. I was racking up overtime fixing a few...
After traveling and living interstate for four years it was going to be good to meet up again. Just a couple of mates catching up for a beer, or maybe three. Neither of us were regular heavy drinkers but with a couple of long heavy sessions discussing the world, the scene and local gossip we usually ended up in some way skirting around the mutual attraction...
A collective groan rose from the auditorium as Dr. Smith finished her lecture. Dana always enjoyed this class, well, watching the tall professor anyway. Helen Smith was the kind of woman everyone gave a second look too. Dana suspected many people took that second look and wondered why they did so, and then moved on without more than a brief curiosity. Most w...
I checked the clock again for the fifth time this evening. It had moved, even though it moved slightly. I rubbed my temples and got up from my desk. As I walked over to the window of my office I noticed the weather. It was, as per usual, another overcast day in Seattle. Cold as hell out there too. I sighed heavily. It was hard to get in the swing of being in...
This is the third part of a multi-part story. The first five parts are the initial book. I am adding parts as things develop with these characters. This part begins the day after part 2 ends. There is zero sex in this part, which deals with a mother's struggle to accept her daughter. Kathleen Nelson: A Mother's Struggle Sunday, 1 p.m. Early on the afterno...