Liam had always subscribed to the Woody Allen theory that 90% of life is showing up. Basically it was a metaphor for the idea that perseverance pays off. Liam had used it in his school career, his professional career and in his sports endeavors and had always, eventually, been rewarded. Even in his sex life with his wife Liz, it always seemed to work. But...
NOTE: This starts a bit weird. I actually incorporated an older prose poem of mine to use as "Joe's Dream" in the Prologue which may be a bit hard to understand. Don't worry. Things get much easier to read afterwards. The story occurs in the Twin Cities of Minneapolis and St Paul in the mid to late nineties. There may be similarities to real people, but thi...
INTRODUCTION Ron Barr runs a trucking company in rural New South Wales, Australia, where his drivers like to race other trucks, drink till they drop and chase fast women when not too tired and they are still half sober. They spend their money so quickly that Ron unilaterally decided to place half of their weekly pay into the bank account of their mothers,...
This story is one of a continuing series of connected stories known as "Tales from the Shack." Normally these go into LW because the Shack series started here, and it is much easier for those that follow the stories to find them if I keep them all together. Even so, this one very much belongs in the LW category. This story stands on its own, though it is par...
Harriet Kono sat in her lab frantically twisting the ends of her long dark hair. For the second time this year she had lost control of her cerebral enhancer project. She blamed unknown variables in the new software and the unfamiliar and strangely alien hardware that was thrust on her by Imperial Corporation. But mostly she blamed Kent Orlando. "You and yo...
"Half mile...three quarters of a mile...one mile." I intently watched the tread mill odometer and the ever so important calorie indicator as I attempted to realize my goal of five miles. Suddenly from behind me a feminine voice said, "You're doing great Angela for a newbie. You came a long way since you joined the club today." I grunted out, "Thank you....
I will never forget the day that my mother left. I was ten years old the day I came home and found her gone. I still have the note that she left my father, telling him that she would be back in a few days to get me. That never happened. When my father came home and found her note, he took it out on the first person he saw . . . me. He nearly beat me to death...
Chapter 5: Friday, July 15, 2016 ------------------- I spent the very distracted morning behind a closed office door collecting paperwork and notes in preparation for a directors' meeting. I tried several times to get through to Dawn, but each call went to voicemail. I fought the urge to try more, lest she think I was as desperate to talk to her as I actua...
Part 03: Indoctrination of the Slave This is a work of fiction, the names used are fictional. Any relation to any person, real or imagined, living or dead, is purely unintentional and accidental. Answering the bell, Robert opened the door, and was not surprised by what she had dressed in. He had assumed she would rebel, and show her independence. Good, he...
Mans (and woman's as well!) fascination with their cars has long been known. With the development of autonomous vehicles, a whole new opportunity awaits the passenger or passengers. Besides taking in the passing scenery, what else could occupy the time for long distance commutes or trips? What follows is something for tomorrows auto makers to consider. If th...