The night sounds and smells traveling on the air told April that it was truly summer in Mississippi. The traffic, just off the clinic grounds, told her it was highway 90 running there. It was the same as everything else at the clinic. The highway was the old version of highway 90. The one that wound it's way through town, not the new one that by passed, the...
Norm My breath fogged in the February chill as I watched the hulking yellow and black earthmover bite deeper into the ground. The shovel carved out a clod of moist earth and swung its arm up and to the left to drop into the waiting dump truck. I felt tense, coiled like a spring, waiting for one of a dozen different disasters to happen: the side of the pit t...
Proofread by FernieLyn This story is a bit wordy and fairly long, so if you are looking for immediate gratification, you might want to look elsewhere. The following story is a work of fiction. Any resemblance between these character and events and any real person or events is strictly coincidental. Do not reproduce or copy this story without the consent o...
There are weeks one giddily looks forward too, and then there are such weeks that reality turns sideways. Such was the start of my week. The first two days involved eighteen hour marathons as the algorithm in the retinal scan had some kinks which resulted in false data being reported. Knowing something is wrong and figuring out what portion of a program is g...
Chapter 1 The Heart of a Dominant What the hell was happening in Georgia? And why did it always seem to happen the minute his back was turned? It wasn't as if he turned his back that often. One month. Not even one brief month. Not even thirty days. That was all he'd been away. It was only the third time in nearly three years that Donovan had left Georgi...
"Continuing education" is what our local tech college calls it. Everyone else refers to it as "old school". This didn't stop me from picking up a few refresher courses, when I was out of work a few years back. At the time I was, what I tongue-in-cheek called, damn near fifty. Of course, the term 'damn near fifty' works from the ages of about 48, until 55....
"Turn away from me and look over your shoulder." "Unclip your bra, let the ends fall apart." "Turn and face me, slip one of the straps, the left one, off your shoulder and let it dangle down your arm." "Put your hands on your head and slip your fingers into your hair." "Keep the bra on by the cups sticking to your boobs and turn round." "Now, pull one c...
As this is a Valentine's Day contest entry, positive votes and comments are appreciated. This story is the result of a reader asking me to write in a specific category with just the barebones for character descriptions and a plot. I was given carte blanche with the rest and put my own twist on it. Thank you for helping me push my boundaries. Enjoy the burn...
Author's Note: Welcome to Part 2 of Get Over It. If you haven't previously read Part 1, I suggest starting there to get the best literary experience. Aspen is a workaholic with commitment issues. Theo is a musician who made it big, but still lacks confidence when it comes to love. In part two, Aspen and Theo's paths collide in the small town of Wakeham,...
*Author's Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age. Disclaimers: This story has been edited by myself utilizing Microsoft Spell-check. You have been forewarned; expect to find mistakes. *.*.*.* Garrett Dunning nodded politely as the receptionist of Glasspool, Dumont & Associates wished him a good lunch....