Fumbling for her keys to unlock her front door, She just couldn't wait for her day to be over with. As soon as her door creaked open, she threw her stuff down right at the front door, just like every other time before this one. She went to the bathroom and changed from her work clothes to more comfortable clothing, being in chef pants and a jacket for 12 hou...
Chapter 7: A Past Life **My thanks and my unabashed admiration to Sonia de Beaumanoir for forcing my characters to speak proper French.** * * * * * January 14th. Around us the skies were so gray as to be black. If God herself were to speak over the airplane intercom to inform all of us passengers that we were being diverted to the next to the last airpor...
A little background: For some reason "senior citizens" seem particularly attracted to my wife "T." This story is a sequel to another adventure where a retired appliance repairman discovers that there's more that one way to pay a bill. Since our successful adventure with trying to get free or reduced prices when we had our clothes dryer fixed. It has continu...
The sun was beating down on the glorious Yorkshire village. Outside the "Woolpack" many locals sat around picnic tables with their drinks, mulling over the events of the week. Some of the events we already know about from the television but others relate more to the off screen antics we are never privy to. Jack Sugden sits alone at a table waiting for Diane...
"Bring him in!" Darrin had thought that after five amazing years in the business, he'd never tire of hearing those words. Bring him in. Truth is, those words now filled him with deep dread. Absolute deep dread. "Otto! Come on! It's time!" Darrin Mathews glared at his reflection in the make-up mirror and felt that he was staring into the eyes of a strange...
You return home, a bit tired and a little sore from the stress and worry of work and public life. I'm there, smiling and greeting you at the door, holding you close, kissing you softly... You sit down in the kitchen, and I rub your shoulders a little, my hands strong from the years I twisted so much metal into craft or art, massaging the stress out of your...
Lady Reinbow was tending the fire in the LVL 8 COTTAGE, turning the logs so the embers underneath glowed red. The warm orange light warmed her face, highlighting her fair skin and fine features. Her long auburn hair was braided over one shoulder, hanging nearly to her waist. A loud knocking at her door startled her, making her braid twitch as she swung aro...
"I really like you," she said. We were sitting near the river at a secluded spot where people seldom came. We felt comfortable there and time passed quickly in each other's company. "I mean I really, really like you. You treat me so much better than Oslo ever does. You take time to listen to me and you're gentler. He's such a brute you know; not just with...
(A second bit of playfulness from the old Cyberpunk Gm. Meet Jack, slickest fixer in the game. Wrote for fun.) The light filled haze of the club, neon at war with brilliant laser light. Like siblings they fight constantly meeting and tangling together. Walking into the club I look down at the splashes of light that make my ChameleonBlend* suit goes into...
copyright 2000 duana r anderson . . . the lake mirrors the silvery moon whose crystal light shimmers upon her ivory feathers her eyes are darkened by sorrow as memories float like ghosts from the past to haunt her locked into this curse for all eternity she sings a mournful Swan Song for if she cannot be free she would...