I would like to thank 'tchr' for his editing which is a big job because of my poor grammar. I also thank everyone who left comments and emailed me. At this time I apologize for the switch from the first person in part one to the third in part two. This part is primarily from Laura's point of view. If that bothers you just skip this part and proceed directly...
Mr. Fliorio exasperatedly looked at the Latina girl in the front row who was acting up yet again. This wasn't anything new for him. Having taught at the same Brooklyn high school for 15 years, he felt that he'd seen it all before. He knew he could engage her with an argument or he could let her say her piece and then move on. He knew that she wanted the argu...
Abbey O'Neill wasn't going to let an opportunity like this slip by. The petite Penrith native had finally begun to make a name for herself as a saxophonist in New York after several years of hard work. Not only had she become a go-to session player, she was now being hired for soundtrack work for films and television shows. It was good to finally be rewarde...
Gail Galloway's face was even redder than her hair. She had accidentally hit an extra 0 on the microwave, setting the popcorn to 30 minutes, before rushing back to finish her article on the new summer-movie season for Apple magazine. Had it not been for Angela Morris seeing the flames shoot out of the Sanyo, the entirety of Apple's Brooklyn offices would hav...
My girl Max (Kat Dennings) has been looking around for a new place for us and her best friend Caroline for a month now. She and I and Caroline have been living together for about two years. Max and Caroline are waitresses at a diner here in Brooklyn. I'm currently locked up in Rikers Island for some alleged illegal activities. The court says drugs. I say th...
[©2010 BY CLINTON09; ALL CHARACTERS ARE OVER THE AGE OF 18; THE ACCOUNTS ARE FICTIONALIZED AND DO NOT REFLECT UPON ANY ACTUAL PERSON OF THAT PERIOD; FOR AGES 21 OR ABOVE] [Foreword: This account reflects upon the American Civil War period. As such, 100 years before TV, Playboy, and the like, it re-counts sexual escapades, such as they were, in the Victorian...
Brooklyn I staggered into my house, kicking off my heels the moment I stepped through the door. I'd flown to Seattle, Washington, on Tuesday morning, and now, Friday evening, I was finally home in Chicago, tired and ready to sleep in my own bed. Short of flying charter, first class was as good as it got, but I still had to deal with crowds, terminals, lugga...
"Have you decided to bid on anything tonight?" the dark haired woman asked me. "I put in one for the Mets package and the foursome at Winged Foot," I responded. "Golf is not my thing, but I also bid for the Mets. Hi, my name is Patti. What did you put up for the auction?" "Hi, Jason. And a weekend's use of my boat," I answered. "Wow! that is some prize....
[#][?][#][?] The traffic was bad in Brooklyn again. The red van stood still amongst the other cars, vans and trucks. Super Mario Bros. Plumbing was printed on the side, along with a picture of two jumping cartoon men. There was a catchy little tune playing on the radio. Mario sat behind the wheel with a bored look on his face. He was a fat Italian man in...
"Don't you think you're being a little irrational?" I sigh and glance out the window. Mike is playing with Brooklyn in the snow. A dormant part of me is pleased by the sight. "Claire," Mom says, trying to recapture my attention. "Mom." "Claire." I sigh again, a small smile on my face. "No, not irrational, exactly. I think this might be good for me." "Y...