“How many time should I tell you this, you don’t need to gift us Mxyzptlk,” Batman said, getting more than annoyed by the imp’s insistence. “He’s right,” Superman added, “we don’t want your gifts, especially after what you did last time.” “What, what did I do? You never trust me,” the small excentric imp answered with a shocked expression on his face while f...
CHAPTER SIX *all characters are over the age of eighteen years* ***ARAN -- Ironshire, Ekistair*** The clashing of steel echoed throughout the basement beneath Smythe's house as dull-edged practice blades met repeatedly. Smythe circled Aran, whirling a huge, five-foot long great-sword like it weighed nothing. His footwork was impeccable, and he stepped...
That day after a hard day at the office I walked in the front door to my apartment just as the phone rang. I rushed over to answer it; it was you calling to see if I was still up for you to come over for a "visit" I told you of course I was. You told me you would be here in about an hour before you hung up. I had enough time to eat a quick dinner and get rea...
I was home for the holidays. It was very cold and snowing outside. Inside my house, it's very decorated, warm and toasty. I sat on the sofa, talking with family and friends on the phone. They looked forward to seeing me on Christmas day. While it very cold outside, I was thinking warm thoughts and that's when I began thinking about Kevin. I dreamed of feelin...
Why not give the gift of music this holiday season? Here is a list for you to review and perhaps find something that will suit someone on your list. Swing Set by Ani DiFranco If you have not yet had the pleasure of being introduced to Ani's music, let me recommend this small but lovely CD as a beginning step. Why I choose this particular release of all of...
In the company where I work, my boss wanted to increase the mutual trust of the employees, so he devised a group dynamic called "secret friend". Me and all my co-workers wrote our names in little pieces of paper that we put on a bag to shuffle them. Then, each one of us picked a paper and the name that it had was the person that we would have to give a secre...
Viviana swung her legs off of the stale, straw mattress and set her feet on the cold, wooden floor. The inn was austere, but the room served its purpose, and it was all she could afford. She rose cautiously, anticipating the bone-deep pain that was becoming all too familiar, and peeked around the window curtain to see the horizon beginning to glow with the b...
"Happy birthday, sweetie." Michael was smiling at me as he walked in the door with a gift-wrapped package in his hands. "Happy birthday for who?" I queried as I walked toward him and gave him a welcome home kiss. My birthday was over two months away. "Well, you of course! I know it's a little early, but I could not resist." His face was aglow as he handed...
For being as free-spirited as she was, Ginger had a few dyed-in-the-wool convictions. One of those was that Christmas decorations were not to be put up until the first weekend in December; anything earlier than that, she'd said many times, was just plain gauche. (She'd said it so often, in fact, that Archie had won $20 off a volunteer at the shelter three ye...
"Sir, I don't deserve this," she pleaded. "As always, girl, I will decide what you do or do not deserve," Master replied firmly. "You know that whatever I may give you is a gift for me as well because ultimately it is going to serve my desires. "So go on Pet, open your Christmas present." He stood watching her as she sat on the ottoman holding the gift...