Thank you, Jack, for the editing. Nancy Moore was 28 years old and worked in the accounting department of an insurance company. It was 3:00 p.m. when she got a call from her husband, Jack. "Hi Nancy, are you working overtime today?" Nancy could feel something wrong in Jack's voice. "Are you ok, Jack? What's the matter?" Nancy asked. She was a bit worried....
Thanks to Corey, who liked my first story enough to suggest a topic for another one. This one's for you! ***** "Cole is doing an excellent job so far, Mr. Vaughn," said the pretty young teacher. She smiled, with such directness, such sincerity, that Casey couldn't help but believe her. He smiled back. "Thank you, Miss Perkins, and please…just call me Case...
It was time for the nightly rounds and lockup. Josh had finished cleaning the buildings, taking out the trash and getting it ready for the next day's activities. Now he'd got around and make sure all the doors were locked. He loved this part of the night. It was late and few people were out and about. The campus was remote and he was free to go about his rou...
If you haven't read Chapters 1 through 3 yet, I suggest you read them first to pick up details not included in this chapter. * * * * The phone rang and Dad said, "Sue, its Tom." Suddenly I realized I was only dreaming—Christmas was still three weeks away! I answered and told Tom, "I just had the most horrible dream—I was pregnant and it was Christmas Da...
It was carnival time again and Tara was going for it this year. She wasn't going to let her disability get in the way. For so long she had the urge to do it. She had seen so many other women do it she just wanted a taste of it. Dreams had been filled with this subject. She had the same kind of dream for so long. There had two types of dreams Tara would have...
It was a callous statement, meant to hurt. And it did. Funny how sometimes things said just run right off your back, and other times they stick and grow like big, obnoxious, ugly warts. This was a witch's wart. Right in the middle of my forehead -- and I it grew larger every time I looked into the mirror. "Here she is, Ladies!," Patsy announced at the salo...
"You will be the warrior ant," said the general in the green camouflage combat gear. The black beret was sideways on his head. The flaps on the shoulders were highly decorated by blue, yellow, and black decorations. The two young corporals were standing at attention and eyeing the topographic map. The tent shook lightly in the wind. A heavy diesel truck acce...
Author's note. Relax everyone this is just a little bit of fluff to lighten your day. Not really advancing the genre, but hopefully you'll find it entertaining. Spectacularly short for one of my offerings (don't worry, I have an 8 or 9 pager coming). I originally tried to condense it to meet the 750 word challenge, but finally said screw it; I couldn't make...
Excerpts From the Letters and Diary of Arthur Rimbaud, Victorian Gentleman My name is Schuyler Rimbaud. Yes, I know, it's an unusual name, and, no, I'm not related to the French poet – at least I don't think so. It's pronounced "RIM-bawd," and I am English. I believe the name is ultimately German, traceable back to the Anglo-Saxons. But mine is not t...
Hall Pass Ch. 67 - Epilogue By: LewdLuke Author's note: Our story did not end here but I have decided to quit telling the tale. I have to stop somewhere and this went on for another nine years. Linda kept a scrapbook from the beginning to the end. It contains every hall pass that each of us ever wrote including those that were never acted upon. The boo...