Sunday 11th September 1960 "Do you think your friend..." "Konrad. My house mate. He's not my friend..." David interrupted Alison who continued on. "Don't be like that. You're living with him. I know you like sweets but will Konrad, your friend, like a cake?" Alison asked. "Of course he would. He eats anything. He's a regular dustbin." David was standing...
***Dragons are complex and magical creatures. In Yuan's case, the emphasis is on complex but in many ways, she's a rather charmed individual. Oh, and somehow, in my own inimitable fashion, I've managed to bugger up the parts of the various books. ~sigh~ I knew that would happen. 0_o -------------------- Book of the Dragon Part 10 The next day, Yuan was...
Author's note: I would like to thank those of you who have read my other stories, particularly those who have provided comment and feedback. As a result of some feedback, I have written this final chapter to the "Driving Jackie" series. Several people commented that the earlier chapters did not have any drama and thus were not reflective of real life. I do...
Note: This chapter had several hindrances including me being sick for a week, receiving a cut on my eye (hurt like a bitch for a day and it's fine the next), and of course Christmas in which I find great Christmas joy in shooting carolers with super soakers. Otherwise, in lieu of a long wait, this chapter is several thousand words longer than I wished, but w...
Eventually, using the CCTV footage from the store, Atlanta PD were able to track down the crook. He was found guilty of armed robbery and sentenced to four years in jail... Vicky, Liz and I spent a lot of time watching reality cop shows. Not because they were good, but because they were bad enough to be entertaining. The criminals on the show usually got ca...
Ok you guys, here is my latest magnus opus. Since I obviously don't do sequels very well, here is the whole story in one lump. No sequels, either. Don't bother asking. Again, I am not a lawyer, cop, mechanic, or any other knowledgeable person. This is a fictional story I made up in my head and then put on paper for your enjoyment. Vote your conscience, but p...
It was a collegial drink at the bar; typical of most academic get-togethers at our annual engineering conference. Hal and I always tried to find time for a belt or two during the three day event, as this was often the only opportunity we had to see each other anymore. We'd been colleagues for six years in the nineties, but he had moved on to a position at Wi...
Hi Folks, Thanks for the reaction to last week's story. The weird thing was that although the story got the usual number of comments, between Friday and Sunday, I got more than four hundred e-mails most just wanted to know where they could find the rejected story from the previous week, but a lot of them just wanted to talk about cars or stories or whatever....
I anticipate there may be readers who will ask that this story be "finished" or that they be permitted to finish it themselves. Just now, I have no idea how to satisfactorily proceed with it myself as I think I have made my point as it is (although the readers may think otherwise.) It may well be that I never do "finish" it, but, just in case, I have added,...
All people and places are fictional. All characters are over eighteen. ***** Razor sharp knife through sweet white onion. A crisp, snick of a sound, over and over until the pieces are swept into hot olive oil and an aromatic sizzle fills the warm humid air. Margo gives the pan a quick flick with her wrist to toss the pieces, and lets the gas flame do its t...