Duncan Cyrus, age 24, Grocery Store Gilf The market is a place where you can see all kinds of people. I know this because while I have my headphones on and drown out the noise I observe the environment. I go by a set list and routine as I walk through the store. The market is pretty big and looks more like a warehouse really. To be honest it's like my soci...
What better time of year to give the gift of a great film than at Christmas? For most of us in the northern hemisphere, Christmas also signals the beginning of winter and long cold nights stuck home beside the fireplace watching movies. So help them out! Star Wars Trilogy: THX (1995) by George Lucas Yes, yes, yes, I know everyone has a copy of the original...
This is some straight-up unedited freestyle shit. This is how it really went down. I'm my own man. I make my cheese outside the law, and I don't understand how any man can think himself a man and abide by these laws that make a bunch of muckety-muck motherfuckers richer and keep him boxed in. I sell anything you need. If you want it, I got it. My only worri...
"What the hell is dengue fever?" The clinic doctor looked up from his deskbound Merck manual, Dreaded Diseases of the Jungle. "It's a disease you get from eating fly shit or drinking bad water. Congratulations, you are the first reported case in South East Asia." "I guess I'll drink nothing but beer and eliminate one source of this heinous disease.' Doc s...
There were few people Dinah Lance, the Black Canary, trusted, loved, and respected more than Zatanna Zatara. The same Zatanna that Dinah knew as a teen, growing up. The same Zatanna who was almost like a sister to her, and shared everything. And the same Zatanna who was currently thrusting two fingers into Dinah's quim while intensely sucking on her swolle...
The office has been abnormally quiet; neither of us willing to talk about what has happened. You go about your business and I go about mine. Each of us seem to be afraid to mention what happened the other day. Afraid of breaking the spell? Unsure that it had really happened? Embarrassed? Or delighting in the possibility of it happening again? And it doesn't...
"The future is that you belong to me, pretty man," Sasha responded. Jacobs kissed the back of her neck, my soul does but where do we go from here? I don't intend to spend of my life here, while you battle evil doers" Sasha giggled," You watch too many movies, let me reassure you. My work is about done. My real name is Marta Vega." "Vega? That means." Yes...
It's a warm and breezy evening in early June. I've just moved in to a little studio apartment on the border of Midtown and some place slightly less savory but safe enough, and it's your first time coming over. You knock, and I greet you wearing a grass-green striped apron; you do love a man in a kitchen apron! I also have on a slim blue t-shirt, and my best...
She first saw it as she parked her car in front of the old cottage. A tall monstrous figure made of vines-- at first she thought it was a tree-- looming in the shadows of the forest. She did a double take and it was gone. She shrugged it off as a trick of the light, and retrieved her suitcase from the trunk of the car. The second time she saw it was through...
I would like to take this opportunity to thank my editor Jynx for her input and insights. Please don't hesitate to comment and offer constructive criticism on this my second story. It has been several years since my first entry into the literary world. I hope you enjoy my work. Pirate's Revenge Chapter 1 I was tired, so very tired, but to stop was to di...