Kevin Reilly unlocked his front door, kicked off his shoes and walked down the hallway to the kitchen. He had just taken his wife Keri to the airport where she was going to be catching the 8 a.m. commuter flight to the state capital. It was her biweekly three day trip to perform secretarial duties for her boss, Bradley Knox III, or as Kevin always referred t...
Based on the short story: Lost Days Make for Memories and Souvenirs By SplendidSpunk My name is Marci. I work as a project manager for a small manufacturing firm. I travel as part of my job, though thankfully that requirement is not a large part of my job. Mostly I travel alone, though sometimes I do it in the company of my boss Marty, or one of my cowork...
"What are you going to do? Do you have another job?" Gary asked Gina. "I am moving back to the States. I have no idea where but I can't stay here. This country is in the toilet. Gulfstream has no openings stateside and I am sure I don't want to go back into that rat race again. I am a Captain. Perhaps I can get a job flying private jets. I don't know." Mar...
My name is Charles Murphy. My friends call me 'Chuck', unless they want to piss me off, then they call me 'Chucky'. That does piss me off but I never show it. I am very good at concealing my true emotions. It was almost noon, on a bright sunny North Central Florida day, when I saw the old Rolls Royce limo approach the entry gate. It sat at the gate for abou...
I met Anita Frank at Modeling Class, an idea borrowed from the world of painting. Basically, like in the visual arts, students study a model but rather than draw, they write about what they see and then share their work for critical evaluation with others in the class. Anita's badly pockmarked face was crimson red as she mumbled the words from her notebook:...
CHAPTER 1 The office party was pretty tame. No babe threatening to strip or a couple not unable to wait to reach broom cupboard. Just people in groups, chatting and some looking bored. The music started and two pairs of women, probably not gays but who knows these days, began dancing, guys looking at them, minds ticking. "Ryan are you thinking of dancing?"...
I swore I would never drink like that again. My head pounded, and my mouth felt like the whole Viet Cong army had camped in it overnight. I managed to get out of bed after three previously futile attempts. I looked around at my sorry living conditions. An efficiency apartment, the owner had billed it. The space was one large room with a couple of partitions...
Last one for a while. Another Hemingway title. I wanted to write a simple piece about two ordinary people. The theme is miscommunication. So, it belongs in Loving Wives. But I also see this as a Romance. Thank you for reading me. DT ***** Winner Take Nothing Life's ironic. You live your first years thinking you're special. Then you spend the rest of them...
HONOR THY MOTHER & THY FATHER by Prolonged_Debut10 Chapter 14 Note: This is a work of FICTION! Although the areas this story takes place in are real; all of the landscapes depicted, the people described, and everything else this story uses to make it enjoyable reading for you are NOT REAL. As you read this story, try to remember: THIS IS A NOVEL 5...
Chapter 10 -- The Other Woman "Yum. You taste good. What'd you just eat, something with peppermint?" "A life saver. I wanted to be kissing sweet for you," Karen crooned as she sat in Dave's lap. "This is an unexpected visit." "I have a challenge for you ... maybe even kind of like some of the challenges Dori gave you years ago to get you to loosen up."...