It was time to wake up. Ever since I got into college, I stopped sleeping so well. There was always a project, an exam, something to do. This time, it was no different, I had a project due next week and I had barely started. I left out an annoyed sigh and got up from my bed. I noticed a blinking light on my phone. It was my girlfriend. She was a short chubby...
Chapter Four – Carlotta. Evelyn's heart thumped in her throat. The racing blood made her feel dizzy. It also made her fingers fumble as she closed the door of her car. She stood in the late afternoon light that made the copper of her hair glow. My God, was she nervous. Slowly she turned and walked up to the house, clutching her purse and the bottle of wine...
Borus Kepeleski's father, Lazlo, was born in Hungary. Like many Hungarian men, he was strikingly handsome. Tall, slender with big eyes, thin lips, and a rosy complexion. He would have been a perfect clothes model. Instead, he ended up working in his father-in-law's pleating factory in New York City. How did he end up there? His cousin, Danny Dorfman, got h...
We like to think that our lives are the sum of our choices. After all, we're modern individuals, aren't we, not primitives who believe in Fate, or medieval retards who trust a God to regulate their lives? We celebrate our free will, and the superiority of our rational intellect. So far, so good. Chapter One -- Irene. Evelyn Connors didn't consider hers...
Columbia University, Department of Art History and Archeology New York City March 30, 2001 - One Week Later Grace stood at the window, her eyes fixed on the street below. She absently watched the ebb and flow of people as they went about their business, seeing everything and nothing. It began to rain, and with each drop that hit the pavement, the same th...
Part 8 - Eulogy This is a sequential story you will need to read the previous Parts before this Part will make sense. I broke this story up into Parts to accommodate L's request to make into parts. This is my very first story I've ever written. I'm an Engineer so I tend to be techno/detailed, hope it does not distract from the story too much. Some of the...
The first time I spotted her, I was working at this big grocery store in the East End. Ottawa is a boring town but fellas like me know how to make our own fun. The key is having an open mind and seizing opportunities when they come your way. Working as overnight security isn't the most glamorous job in the universe but it does pay the bills. I'm in my third...
Paul stirred from a deep slumber, awakened not by sound, it was a quiet Sunday morning, their bedroom's available light subdued by thick closed drapes. His heavy eyelids fluttered open, momentarily remembering the dream of being on a raft surrounded by water. The urgent need to pee painfully prompted the naked man to get up. Spooned next to her woman, he s...
Looking more like a drowned rat in the rain than a sleek fox, the small animal paused on the crushed shell shoulder of the bayou road and raised its nose in the downpour in search of a dinner scent. All it received was a bath of half salt half rainwater thrown from under the tires of a small sports car it neither smelled, heard nor saw. It sputtered, sneezed...
The weather reports that Los Angeles is finally getting much needed rain, and plenty of it. Even though LA needs the rain to fill the reservoirs from what has been a long drought, the rain always creates problems with life in L.A. in general: heavy traffic, flooding, mudslides, and more. All of this keeps our local weather girls busy. KTLA's Liberte Chan a...