Traveling is a lot of fun. Indeed, it is an activity I will highly recommend. Who am I? Thomas Brown, a twenty-something Black man, recent graduate of the University of Massachusetts, and man about town who is doing some traveling in the wonderful cities of America. If you don't travel, you do tend to miss out on some of the most wonderful experiences which...
"Dear God!" It was not only Jack Ramse and Elle Franklin to respond this way. They were merely the first to recite it out loud. Madigan voiced her shock. High above them Malcolm thought it as he leered down from the Heavens. Even Greta Winston who stood along side the Elder Seth in his floating Greenhouse. "Seth? The dark sand...it's turning normal. Grass...
Part two: Blue balls A little about Jim Doumay... Jim was from a small ranching town in South Dakota. He was a real cowboy, hard muscled, lean, quiet. Ranch life had its advantages, but he wanted more from life. He was a good athlete and even better student. A year or two after high school, he got a job working with a dinosaur excavation team handling the...
"Samuel, I'm sorry but I'm just not interested, besides, I'm with someone else," Esther Voltaire said to me, after I confessed my feelings to her. Esther, the queen of the Haitian Adventist church of Ottawa, and the gal I've worshipped since High School. One bright Saturday morning I decided to tell her how I feel, and as you can see, the results were less t...
Disclaimer: The world and characters in this story are taken from the TV show: "Kim Possible" and are the trademark property of Bob Schooley, Mark McCorkle and Disney Television Animation. I do not have any claim of ownership over the world of "Kim Possible" or its characters, including Kim Possible and Britina. This is a work of fiction and in no way is thi...
'Aren't you a little nervous?' Ashley asked, 'I've never worked a night shift anywhere before.' Brie chuckled as she watched her friend check her ridiculously large bag over one more time. They'd talked about bringing snacks and phone chargers but somehow Ashley's bag was bursting at the seams. 'What's there to be nervous about? It's a museum. And a histor...
It was Saturday night and I was home alone working on my dissertation. I had a roommate named Robbie—some obnoxious undergraduate that I had ill-fatedly agreed to sublet my spare bedroom to—but he wasn't home. Probably out partying like the rest of the campus. I, on the other hand, had a deadline to contend with. I had a few glasses of bourbon as I worked,...
The bonfire blazed beautifully as the sun was setting in this strange land. This was the first time the group had dared the outdoors outside of their arrival and survival trips back to their destroyed plane. That and the burials of the deceased crews of both aircrafts. Air Force Pilot "Cameron Scott" and Sargent Malcolm Brand had collected wood from the deb...
I had a desire to get back into writing but due to the many rejection notices I received about bad grammar, I had to give this matter more consideration. When I look back I remember thinking,"Damn this English lesson could be used to torture enemy soldiers, and if they did not pass the test, they would be forced to clean the waste out of an atomic powered b...
All characters in this short story are over 18 years of age. *** It's October. It's been raining all day in that shitty, gloomy way that passes for a normal day in England, and while it's not going to freeze or anything, it's cold and miserable, and most importantly, it's a 'not married' night. Lucy'd told me so right after her friend left, and we'd had a...