He watched the waves batter the sand beneath his feet. The smell of ocean thick in the air. Horizon was slowly changing as the sun started to rise bringing life to the murky landscape. His nightmares kept him up. Sleep was elusive and for a while he couldn't see himself ever sleeping again. The issue weren't the dreams, but the fact that he couldn't remembe...
I was sitting in a small room reserved for prisoners to meet with their attorneys. It had a small metal table, about 3' by 4', in the middle of the room, and two metal chairs. There was one florescent light fixture, one steel door with a small window, and no outside windows. There would be one guard outside the door. I had been escorted by a guard, from the...
Frank Howard -- June 16th 2122 -- 16:56 An urgent beeping sound pierced through the silence of the office. A red light flashed on the poker-chip sized projector on the desk. Chief Frank Howard's large body jerked around, slopping his mug of night-black coffee. "On screen!" he barked at the device. In an instant, light flicked up, filling the semi-dark roo...
Chapter 3: Calling Home Arthur really couldn't read the Danubian newspaper, but to pass the time before trial he started looking through the pictures. There were photographs of floods and fires as well as weather forecast graphics and comics like any other newspaper. But when Arthur found the front page it made him cringe, below the bold headline was a cri...
Holey Nightie: The Golden Tongues Affair When the door swung open, Miss Cashnickel nearly fainted. There in the doorway, dark eyes literally glowing with confidence, was Agent 0011-1/2. He removed his light jacket with a bold flourish and tossed it a dozen feet across the room, where it landed dead center on one of the hooks of the wood and copper coat rack...
This was supposed to be a quick little one off that I wanted to get out of my head mainly to write about a couple who go their separate ways without cheating being a factor. But I began to like the Benedict character and will probably write more of him in the future. -Ahaz ***** I snapped the battered briefcase shut after throwing the last of my files int...
Patrick glanced up and smiled as he heard Aisling walk through the front door, shaking snow from her hair and boots. After she stripped her wet clothes off, she darted into the living room to grab a blanket from the couch. She wrapped it tightly around her cool damp body and moved into the den where she could hear Patrick's fingers flying over the keyboard...
This story was written with the co-operation and input of Playboy & Adult model Angela Sommers. The author wishes to thank her for all her efforts on his behalf. ~~BrettJ * Angela could hear the driving beat of the music before she even entered the club. It was sexy and upbeat, just the kind of thing to lift her spirits. Her friend Salome had told her that...
There's nothing quite like standing at the luggage carousel of an airport, waiting for your bags to arrive. The scene is the same everywhere. People craning their necks, looking...hoping...praying that the items they gave the airline will actually show up on that magical moving belt. It's a little like Russian roulette. Someone's going to get the bullet in t...
The sun shone upon the pool deck gathering. It was the annual swap meet for the talent. Representatives from exclusive clubs around the world were negotiating replacements for their existing line-up: experienced employees who either wanted to retire from the business, move into management or find new horizons in different climes. Mr. Wong escorted three Ori...