Ch. 5 Going Home By Woodmanone copyright October/2011 The continuing adventures of Rollie Chambers. Constructive comments, emails, and critiques are welcome and I appreciate you taking the time to make them. Thanks for taking the time to read and comment on my work. Please enjoy the story. ******************** Rollie Chambers waved at his friend Jacob T...
Looking up at the boiling sun, I wonder if it could get any hotter. It had to be over 100 degrees and I need to find water for my horse or I’ll soon be walking. The sweat is pouring from under my hat, but it provides what little shade I do have for my face. Patting my horse on her neck, I lean forward and tell her, “Find the water for us girl, I’ll just fol...
Hector sat across the desk, looking morose and unhappy. His jeans and jean jacket were streaked with dirt. His shoulder length black hair was tangled, with fragments of leaves in it. The principal said, "You really did it today. They say you started the fight." "He started it, the tall white kid. Called me a dago. I decked him." His dark eyes stared at Ral...
I was asked about this story in particular, so I went ahead and finished it. It's October anyway, so a horror story is appropriate, even if it isn't quite a Halloween story. This is definitely in the style of the early spicy pulp horror stories, known as the "Shivers." Thanks to sbrooks103x and texquill for beta read and editing. Any errors remaining are ver...
In New York City at Central Park West there sits an old building standing for everyone to see. The structure had many interesting features that many people have not noticed for a long time. The top of the building had a tall stone structure with no windows and many people weren't even sure what was in there. There were two statues of demonic looking dog-like...
Roxy waiting with her overnight bag packed for two nights away, imaging Shaun would arrive in a red Ford 1-ton truck and pulling on the brim of a black Stetson as he saw her. Almost right. He arrived in a metallic blue truckie thing he called a regular cab 1500 Silverado. He wore black jeans, black embroidered shirt, black boots and black Stetson. Oh god....
The chronological order of my stories is now listed in WifeWatchman's biography. Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas. This story contains graphic scenes, language and actions that might be extremely offensive to some people. These scenes, words and actions are used only for the literary purposes...
The sound of crickets chirping happily in the late afternoon sunlight combined with the sight of his faithful three year old white and tan little Basenji hound lounging contentedly on the end of the worn black leather couch he had been sleeping on for the past year allowed Vlad a small measure of comfort against the stress of staying alive as he awoke from h...
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The settings in this story are incidental. The story is about the people, not where they live. Please read it that way. * I had thought that this day couldn't get any worse. Boy was I wrong. The whole week at work had been bad and to cap it off my boss, the president of the company, had called me into his office and chewed on my ass for for a mistake made...