As Emily disembarked her train, she stood there looking around amazed at how her town had changed so much in the four years she had been away at Catholic school. Her parents had sent her away for fear of having her get pregnant or running around with the wrong crowd and getting mixed up with drugs or drinking. How naive they were Emily thought as she remembe...
It was boring...damn it was boring. I'd been a college professor, for God's sake. A Ph-fucking-D in American Literature & Writing. So what the hell was I doing teaching at Our Lady Of Mercy high school? Well, to make a long story short, it was money. Universities don't pay assistant professors worth a damn and OLM (Old Laid Maids, to the cognoscenti), a cons...
After spending what my parents referred to as "far too many years in school," I had finally received my teaching credentials. Early on, I had decided to become a high school teacher, like my father, though I knew that this would essentially ensure a life of abject poverty. Like many of us, I had gone through a rough patch in high school, and it had been my h...
The name is Penny O'Hara, and I'm a construction manager with Renard Engineering, a general contractor that does a lot of business in downtown Ottawa, Ontario. You don't see a lot of women working in construction, and you see even fewer in construction management. I was born in the town of Perth, Ontario, to a provincial police officer, Winston O'Hara, and a...
"Whose the new guy?" Amber and Jane were sitting in English class waiting for the rest of the students to enter. "His name is Quinn. He lives next door to me. He's from Texas, but doesn't have a weird accent." "He's cute. Did you guys make out?" "Jane! Is that all you ever think about?" "No. I also think about school work, occasionally." Both girls lau...
The meeting went well, the banker wondering if he might privately invest also. Promising to get the paperwork to both of them, his client not bothered by a possible conflict of interest, I headed home. Everyone, including my wife, was happy to see me, so any fear of discovery I'd held... dissipated quickly. Lexi wanted to go to bed early so I could tell...
[Movie review with possible spoilers.] The future has arrived 2019 is the setting of the original 1982 Blade Runner. While don't have replicants or flying cars yet, we do have something that Deckard probably didn't: unlimited access to every kind of pornography imaginable. If I'm in the mood for it, I could sit in Bryant Park on a sunny afternoon and link...
The thing about insomnia is, your time isn't even time anymore. Even though you get the same ration of hours, or even a couple extra, they're an inflated foreign currency: you can't buy nothing worth shit with them. I always drift into it, in cycles. I'll have a good week, waking and sleeping like a model citizen, Ben Franklin style. Up at six, bed by nine....
When you first glanced at her face, Shari looked like she was fresh out of middle school instead of a twenty-year-old woman. Standing a petite five-feet, she had a pretty Chinese face that was framed with straight jet-black hair that fell to the middle of her back. When she giggled, her almond-shaped eyes twinkled, her cute nose wrinkled, and her sweet dimin...
My name is Marguerite Bonheur Sinclair, and I'm here with a story to tell. I was born in the City of Montreal, Province of Quebec, on January 2, 1961. My family has been in Canada ever since the region of Quebec was called New France. I'm as French-Canadian as the fleur-de-lys itself, which kind of bothers my friends when they find out about my preference in...