Emily walked around school in a sort of love-struck trance, with an awkward look on her face. One Angela, her closest friend, had never seen. Angela simply observed as Emily seemed to close her eyes and smile at irregular intervals, and stumble over her own feet. When Emily nearly tripped into a glass door, she decided to address it. She grabbed Emily by the...
Miss Potter sat in the reception area of a posh law office, perched on the edge of a leather wingback chair with her legs crossed, one foot swinging in anticipation of her appointment. She did not know exactly why she was here; she only knew that her Sir had requested that she arrive at this address at exactly two o'clock. He had also dressed her for this ap...
You never know, stranger things have happened. Bob parked his car to the side of the road in the middle of the bridge and at the highest point, got out, walked to the rail and looked down. It was cold, bone chilling, but he didn't care. He was too despondent to notice the cold. Just as Jimmy Stewart did, when he played George Bailey in the movie, It's A Won...
April 13, 2008 I'm running out the door. There's blood on my hands. There's blood all over me, and I'm borderline panicked, and I'm sprinting like a madman down the halls of a run down apartment, my heart tearing in my chest, praying to god I can get out before she does. One Hour Earlier 8:00 PM. South Central Los Angeles. I'm driving in my car, going to...
Already, my feet hurt wearing these narrow flats. The pantyhose bunched up in my crotch and wrinkled every time I moved. I bought the queen size and it is a little too big in the hips. I had to roll it up to make it tight enough around my legs. I guess my thighs are smaller than women who wear these size pantyhose. The bra felt as though I was wearing a kna...
The day was starting out like every other day except today I had to run my brother’s store all day and night. He is off at a convention in Milwaukee until Monday. I have been running his store for two days now. Today I do not have my daughter with me. It is Saturday and we are having a Harry Potter tournament. Joe is supposed to run it. He didn’t get to go t...
Not a poem. Not a story. Not an exercise in character development. And, erm, no... no speech marks. Not one for the pedants. * I... am bored. I'm waiting at a train station. Been on a reception for the country's best English teachers in some godforesaken shithole up in the grim North and desperate to come home. I went in disguise. So I am wearing a long...
The mist rolled across the black water lapping gently at the wooden structure in it's path. The full moon revealed the craft with it's deck, three sails and rigging. A pirate ship for sure with an unusual flag bearing a fist with the middle finger raised upwards. Although unusual in design it had been sanctioned by the Pirate Federation. Aboard this vessel...
My dear Marion, My darling. My love. As you receive this letter, I hope you find someplace private to read it my dear. Do you know what today is? It is the one-year anniversary of the day we first made love and what a glorious one year it has been. As I write this, my dear, I cannot but look forward to the next time I see you again - today evening at you...
Up To Camp "I think you made that up," Mary said, 'I think it's something you tell the tourists to mess with their heads." "I did not make it up." "I'm sorry," she responded, shaking her head, "But I don't believe porcupines fall out of trees." Mary had been appalled by how many roadkill animals they had seen since they'd turned off the interstate and on...