Due to popular demand I have joined both parts of In the Photo Shop to create this opus. Please enjoy and send us a message. We really enjoy hearing from our readers. Cheers Marcus and Sharon. - - - - The car was a beaten up old Daihatsu Charade and as it pulled into the parking space outside the shop the bumper smacked into our photo processing sign k...
She addressed the tee in her normal uniform for a Thursday evening. A ponytail or dark brown hair sat atop a red visor. A slender neck hid behind the collar of a sleeveless blouse that revealed toned arms as she gripped the club. A gloved left hand took firm hold of the club and aligned it towards her target. Aligning her hips in her black golf shorts would...
Author's note: I have always wanted to write a true revenge fantasy, where a man takes forceful action against a person that's wronged him. The civilized world, of course, frowns on such action, but there is an elemental part of everyone that often likes to see scores settled in such a decisive way. I think I have found a vehicle for my little revenge fanta...
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It was a beautiful spring day. I was busy working on my house. Being single and free, I had managed to save up and get this great home in an upscale neighborhood. It had been a bargain due to the previous owners had gotten a divorce and needed to sell it quickly to get things settled between them. My bank had lent me the money at a good interest rate and my...
The following is based on a true story which took place in 2011. ************ Chapter One The beginning of a remarkable adventure. My wife and I married young...she was twenty and I was twenty-two. Roni is a petite, five foot-two inches tall, one hundred fifteen pounds, with shoulder length medium brown hair and blue eyes. I may be biased but she has t...
A Killer Wound There is one thing I know for certain as the licensed owner of a hand gun. Once you pull that trigger and the firing pin hits the primer, that bullet is going to leave the barrel at approximately 1200 feet per second. There is no 'ooops moment', that projectile is heading towards its target. If you're proficient and your aim is true it is go...
Colonist No. 4051, Guadalupe Salazar, awoke from her slumber with a start. The stimulants pumped into her bloodstream intravenously had done their job well, taking her from deepest sleep to absolutely alert in an instant. She felt the stiff, cool plastic of a hospital bed under her. That was a good sign but still, nervously, her eyes darted around, looking f...
Ballet One I'd taken up classes when I was 5 years old. My beautiful mother, Natalya, was an émigré from Russia and had trained at the Bolshoi Ballet in Moscow. Then, on a tour in the 80's to Canada she had defected; not because she hated the Soviet system but because she met my father Andre, a Quebecer. He was a dancer too, but had decided to leave the pro...
All teenage characters in this story are of legal age. *** Carry Anne had this sort of serene smirk on her face like she'd got one over on me again. "Go to hell." I shoved my hands in my pockets leaving her on the sidewalk alone. I was driven, eventually running back to my apartment to find some boxes left on the stoop. I stopped in my tracks regretting n...