Robert Franklin had had enough. Enough of the bitching and the moaning, enough of the constant put-downs and enough of the humiliation. In short, He'd had enough of his wife! Over the past few months the phrase "fast-track" had been utilised often in Franklin's house. Fresh out of university, Franklin's young wife, Jennifer had recently embarked on what was...
Mike Jackson tapped the last beer barrel. He had been working in a daydream for the last forty minutes and the sound of someone hammering on the front door of the bar jolted him back into the real world. He glanced at his watch angrily; it was still only 8:30 am. Drunks or cops - it had to be one or the other. "We're closed!" He called through the door with...
Billings Chevrolet is a small dealership in our hometown. Guelph is a rural town with a population of about seven thousand surrounded by farms. Billings Chevrolet sold about a hundred or so units a year. About fifty - fifty cars and trucks. I worked for Larry Billings as his number one office girl looking after most of the bookwork. My husband Rick was one...
Disclaimer: Alle Person dieser alternativen Erzählung sind mindestens 18 Jahre alt. Hermine saß in einer Besenkammer im dritten Stock. Ihre Hände fuhren über ihren Rock, über die Socken und wieder nach oben, diesmal unter den Rock. Das Griffendormädchen schloss die Augen und berührte ihr weißes Höschen. Es war das erste mal in ihrem Leben, dass die Streberin...
As the door open ByHerself prepared herself for the worse, she took hold of the handle of the sword and waited. A butler answered the door. He smiled at her and held the door open for her. She walked in slowly like a cat in a new place. "I'm Nick." said the butler. ByHerself turned and introduced herself. "I'm ByHerself." She turned and looked around the h...
A Strange Friend A girl was sitting at the bench outside the Bus Stop. She was brown skinned, about six feet tall, and had long velvety black hair. She was waiting for her friend to show up so she could leave these humans before her inner demon decided he wanted to eat. Her name is Shekena-Volukar-Tinetsur, but the human friend she had made, Laura, calls h...
Maybe others would think it was a car backfiring, but he knew it was a gunshot. Then there was a second. He knew where from too. He cursed that he had no weapons on him, but guns and knives were from his other life. The life he tried to ignore and get away from and yet he was running, running towards the gunshots. Why hadn't he carried a gun. Stupid fool, th...
"Good form, keep it steady, down, up, and, 50!" I helped Draco back to her feet and offered her a towel, which she gladly used to wipe the sweat off her face. "How did I do?" She asked, looking up hopefully "You still need to work on your form a little bit, make sure to keep your back and legs straight as a board, or the push ups won't have full effect. A...
I've been everywhere in this cold-ass country, and sometimes, I honestly wish my parents had kept their asses in Somaliland. In case you're wondering who this is, my name is Omar Muhumed, and I am a brother going through hell these days. The Yukon is definitely no place for a Black man, I'll tell you that much. I work for a logging company in Dawson City, on...
Draco looked at the beautiful woman who was his mother with beseeching eyes. "Mother, I did not break that vase. Please believe me. Why do you never believe me? Why do you always believe Damian?" The two little boys, only about one year apart in age, stared up at their mother as she got dressed for Lord Falkirk's dinner party. Damian, the older between th...