Building 4. I hate that building, of all the crap that comes with being a security guard, bad pay, poor hours, and of course being portrayed as an anal retentive loser. All of those reasons pale in when compared to how much I hate building 4. It just sits there in the middle of the North Yard, a half-mile from Milner's main plant. During Wisconsin's winters...
«Forewarning» After failing to find an editor for an earlier version of this text, I went back and tried to proof read it and edit it a bit and ended up rewriting large portions of it. I am fully aware of the possibility of the existence of grammatical and spelling errors in it, along with confusing, malformed or misused sentences, words and expressions....
Darin arrived at the club on opening day at nine in the morning, wanting to get everything in order before people started showing up. He'd taken the previous night off, asking Amber to cover his shift, and had actually woken up earlier than the girls on a school day for a change. Miguel was planning to join him at ten, which would give them two hours to go o...
Oh my God! I am sick. And have a headache. And I need to pee. Badly. Worst hangover ever! I try to gather my wits, and get out of bed before I wet myself. As I stand up, the nausea gets worse, and so does the headache. I rush to the toilet, and pee. Then I stand for five minutes looking into the bowl, breathing heavily, not quite sure if I hope I will vomit...
1 Once they dressed and had eaten, the girls all asked if they could go with him as they'd never actually been to an Earth city... they'd only seen them on the Internet and in movies. Mark said they could all go, but they had to wear their personal shields, which really was a moot point since everyone wore their belts all the time anyway, even Liyana, Gyge...
"A demonstration," Eve said when the message ended. With a quick check of her wrist unit, she turned to Roarke. "Did Caro tell you about a similar message from Cassandra?" Roarke nodded, "They're going to hit an empty warehouse I bought a couple months ago." "You'll explain it to us while you take us there," Motoko ordered and before leaving the safehouse...
author's note: This is not meant to antagonize anyone or in offense. This is my memory of where I was, what I was doing, and how it happened for me. It is a re-telling, nothing more and nothing less. I realize that this would perhaps be more appropriate closer to Sept 11, but it's hard to judge exactly when each submission will come out. And so I'm submitt...
The only difference between the abandoned roadhouse called The Outpost and an over-sized outhouse was the absence of a crescent moon cut-out on the door. Sean glanced at the CO monitor on the seat and then at his watch. Nine hundred and fifty parts per million had been displayed for the past twenty minutes. The sound of the men in the building complaining...
Kristen stood at the doorway opening on to the roof of her apartment building, thinking about how she had come to this point. She and her husband had made a bet on the NCAA men's hoops final, with an agreement that the loser would perform some embarrassing stunt chosen by the winner. She had decided on making Dave run around the block in his swimsuit yelling...
In the very early 90s, I lived in a small, one room flat, on the 4th floor of an old brownstone building in the middle of the city of Wuerzburg, Germany. An odd situation...an American living in subsidized housing in Germany. But I'd been there for nearly 15 years, had gotten divorced from my wife after leaving the military, and stayed on to be close to my...