Ok guys this is my first story i have been working so am not sure how bad or good i am. So i would appreciate constructive criticism. I have three more chapters to post but i don't have an editor. I would appreciate any grammar, typos or punctuation corrections. Hopefully it isn't that bad since am not native English speaker. Otherwise enjoy. Don't forget...
It was my third day home from work and I still hadn't got over the terrible incident that happened to me on Monday. I'm a branch manager for First National Bank. I work in a small branch located in a small suburban town. It happened Monday. Two armed robbers attempted to hold us up and, because of a quick thinking teller, they got trapped in the bank by the...
The cold, late December wind blew down 7th Avenue making swirls of soft white snowflakes here and there outside the small Lonesome Dove Funeral Chapel and Off-Track Betting Parlor. The cheap, twinkling Christmas lights and fake fir bows wrapping the telephone pole on the corner looked, if anything, just as gaudy and cheap as the suit Harry Dick was wearing....
Jeff Dawson never figured out why his wife of two years went "postal;" actually it was more like "bank berserk" but that term was coined just to describe her activities, so when it started happening the only name he could come up with was "postal." From Jeff's perspective - maybe one a neutral observer might find flawed - he thought he had a decent marriage....
I guess I always knew that my boyfriend was a bit of a rogue so it wasn't really a surprise when I found a map that looked like part of a plan for a bank robbery. I suppose it was stupid of him to have something like that written down but that was Nick all over. It never occurred to him that anything could go wrong and that the map would be pretty incrimina...
There were four of us. We all had a clear role for the robbery and mine was to keep an eye on the customers to ensure that they didn't cause any trouble. That wouldn't be a problem. It was just after ten o'clock in the morning when we burst into the bank, firing a couple of warning shots into the air as we did so. There weren't many customers, just a coupl...
This story is the sixth in an ongoing series of Batgirl adventures, mainly based on characters in the early Batman comics and that wonderful '60s TV series but with the timeline brought up to the present. Warning! This fictional story contains strictly ADULT content and is ONLY intended for mature readers and for personal use. No copyright infringement is i...
Johnny was my first love, and he will always be my one true love. We started going out senior high school, right after my eighteenth birthday. It took me a while to notice that he frequently went somewhere else, to run an errand, before taking me out. Once we were together, at an after-school rally, and we had plans to go to a movie, and he said he had somet...
Syn stood in the bank tellers line, waiting. Though the air was hot and dusty, two great metal fans were making an attempt to keep the dust at bay. One rotated slowly within a wall and the other in the low ceiling. The lighting was also dim, an attempt, perhaps, to hide just how filthy the floor was. Syn stood on he tippy toes, attempting to peer over the...
I was working the counter at our auto parts store when a man in a suit stepped up and flashed some sort of official looking ID at me. He then asked if I was Bill Evans. "Why don't you show me your identification a little more slowly?" I asked politely. "That was a little quick." The guy scowled as he once again pulled his wallet from his pocket and flopped...