It wasn't that Anita was really worried about Stephanie. Okay, maybe it was, just a little. Call it her "mother hen" instinct, the same thing that had made her decide on a career as an elementary school teacher instead of looking at the high schools or colleges. Her friends were all used to it by now, jokingly calling her "Mom" when she stopped by with homem...
Sonu's husband Viswam is a writer. He files his short stories in a folder named 'Stories' in their computer and invites Sonu to read and critique the stories. He welcomes the suggestions she offers. One evening while searching for a misplaced file Sonu quite by accident chanced upon a file rather intriguingly named 'Fiction challenges Fact' in his accounts f...
Carmen hit a soft lob over her opponent's head and charged to the net. The blonde she was dueling hustled back to the baseline and returned a cross-court shot that made the professor lunge and lose her balance The ball died on her racket, as did the match, and the blonde jogged up to the net wearing the victor's grin. "Great shot," Carmen mumbled. "I though...
"Don't forget: be here in my classroom by 5:30 tonight," Suzanne yelled over the commotion of her students packing up their belongings as the dismissal bell rang. Suzanne's school band was having a concert that night, and she had prepared them as best she could beforehand. Now it was up to them to shine. Suzanne was relatively young to be teaching high scho...
The head secretary at Lakeville High School, Cindy Morgan, had been bugging Bret for months to take her sister on a date. But between football season and the tight pussies he'd been involved with lately, he hadn't found the time. To entice the coach further, Cindy finally brought in a photo of her sister, Kara. That's all it took. It was a picture of the two...
The rest of the week flew by as she hadn't seen the kids in almost a week and there were games to play and stories to be read. And there were the nights; nights when Rick was reduced to a quivering wreck. But even though the rest of the week was fun and family time there was always a little of the 'new' Kathleen awake and in her mind and it was kept awake...
Sometimes you just need to take a break. It has been four weeks since school has gone back and when I woke up this morning to a glorious sunrise over Port Stephens I decided it was time to have a sickie. I called in at about 7.30 and faxed my lesson plans at 8.30. By then the sun was blasting into my lounge room window and I knew that it would be another hot...
The Universe Realigns. Once again I find myself in the position of being a mere scribe, presenting a story which was told to me by a friend-of-a-friend. Introductions were made and an interview conducted by phone. The story is not mine, I merely set pen to paper and added structure and punctuation to strings of words that were torn from the soul. I am the...
I met Carl in high school. He was my best friend then and he will always be that to me. He had transferred into our school during our senior year from a small town in upstate New York. His dad was a supervisor at the paper mill in town. His mom didn't work. She didn't have to because his dad was kind of a big shot at the mill. He wore a white shirt and neckt...
Before I entered the world of New England college academia, as described in other stories I have written here, I worked for a couple of years as a high school English teacher in a small town in Minnesota. The town, with a population of 2,500, was boring, and the school was boring. In an effort to liven things up a bit, I decided to start a Little Theatre co...