My friend Ajay and I were returning from a nightclub one rainy Saturday night, when we saw someone lying by the side of the road. At first we thought that it was a drunkard. But as we came closer, we saw that the person was wearing a dress. We stopped the car and went to inquire. All the while, we kept a vigilant eye around us because we thought it might be...
Chapter 6 -- The Day of the Dead In the middle of September there was another indication that Kim was becoming more settled in her new life in Danube City. She sat at the table of Sergekt's mother for the first time. Danubian social protocol mandated that any social contact between a young man and a young woman had to be preceded by the young man sitting at...
Chapter 22 - Finals week The Danubians departed Chicago late Saturday afternoon for Washington. There was a brief formal ceremony at the university marking their departure, followed by an unceremonious trip to the O'Hare Airport and a quick flight to Washington. In the US capitol there would be no official welcome from any Administration officials. The Danu...
His mother, Elizabeth, had grown up in the Episcopal Church, and, with her parents, she had worshipped at St Andrew's over on the west side of town, the 'money' side of town, every Sunday. And though James was her 'sweetheart' even then, he wasn't drawn to the church – had never been interested in any church – yet that didn't seem to matter to her. She talke...
I had been to a party and it was a little after 1:30 in the morning when I got back to my place. There was a folded piece of white paper stuck into the door just above the latch. I grabbed it as I entered and carried it with me into the kitchen where I sat down to read it. It was from Pete, an old friend of mine and it read: = = = = = = = W, you have to...
Elliot slammed the bedroom door behind him. Grabbing the banister and almost jumping down the stairs, he grabbed his jacket off the hallway rack and was out the door. Pausing only slightly at the front steps, he moved to his car and started the engine. Afraid to go and afraid to stay, he backed out of the driveway and headed toward downtown, not knowing wher...
I leaned my hips against the door of the white Mercedes. Looking across the car to the other side of the street, I could see a beautiful black woman and a skinny blonde conversing with two men in a large, blue car. My hands rested on the on the cool white metal; the impressions where I'd removed my wedding rings were quite visible. Feeling somehow detached,...
I wouldn't have even been in the fucking laundry room downstairs if it wasn't for George fucking Bush. Or was it Bill fucking Clinton? It could be that B. fucking Obama guy's idea of taking what I knew damned good and well was MY money and giving it to the fucking fat cat bankers that caused the goddamn problem in the first place? That doesn't matter, I...
Jun 6, 2010 Fragmented Pieces Book I Spirit Chapter Two A Special Night Current mood:creative Heavy Metal Thunder Productions Presents... Copyright protected on March 2010. The persons, places, entities, and events depicted in this story are fictitious. Any similarity to actual persons, places, entities, or events is unintentional and purely coincident...
Hi, my name is Christine, Christine Harton, I am 37, married nearly 20 years, love my husband even now, never been unfaithful, I've never wanted to be, even though I am good looking enough to have got just about any man I know, or even don't know if I wanted. I have felt like it a few times, but never given in to temptation, well, not until I was forced int...