Memorandum From: Robert McIntosh To: Jodi Reinsdorf CC: Human Resources Re: Your Brains Jodi, this is Bob, from down the hall. Just wanted to interface with you on a dialogue point regarding your recent objections to the new Client Relations Initiative, and get your 360-degree feedback on the proposal I brought to your attention a couple of hours ago....
I'm Not Asking, I'm Telling pt 1 Morris Finch carefully looked before exiting the classroom and entering the hallway. It didn't appear any of his major tormentors were in sight. Normally he didn't really care about them but today was different. It was two weeks until graduation and he would be leaving the day after that for the army. To get himself psyched...
All That Glitters -- Ch 8 A bold suggestion to the Chief of the Navy, politics Raymond makes a suggestion to the Chief of the Navy that will lead to many new adventures, new enemies and politics get in the way. Because of the amount of abbreviations in this story, I include a glossary: Adm. Admiral, naval rank (see Cmdr.) -- above a captain Capt. Captai...
Katie sat on a hard wooden chair looking disappointedly at the place she's inherited. What the solicitor had described as 'commercial premises' was not on the high street, but up a small, rarely use alleyway. No passing traffic and no chance to realise her initial hope of opening a high class clothing store. The place itself comprised the basement and groun...
In the early hours of the morning General Obadiah Ridge grew weary. Having spent the last five hours going over secret documents from all over the world. Primarily Africa and Asia. Information not shared by many still alive to betray the organization called REGION. Even if they had no true intentions of treachery. Certain things were as they say maintained....
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction concocted entirely within my imagination. Any resemblance to real people shouldn't be surprising since most of my stories are based on people I know. While I hope you enjoy this story and are compelled to provide feedback, I don't expect the subject matter will appeal to everyone who reads it. As such, I discourage venom...
I don't own Star Wars. Also- this is my first submission. Comments are always appreciated. He woke up to harsh, bright white light in his eyes. Where was he? The last thing he remembered- blasterfire, screams, that smell that no one ever forgot- plasma-burned corpses on a battlefield. He'd been fighting. Storve had died. He remembered that. A red blade, b...
I was chopping the onion with such ferocity that I failed to notice the tears falling down my face. Disappointment evident in every line of my body. I was tense and hunched over that onion, mindlessly destroying it into bits. Pulse pounding rock in the background to match my mood. 'My Own Prison' by Creed booming through the speakers appropriate for the occa...
Jacquelyn Beauchamp sat at the table by the window. She watched as hundreds, thousands of people passed by on the street outside. In her hand, she held the leather bound journal that had brought her thousands of miles from her home in New Orleans. It had belonged to her great-great-great-uncle Henri. Its tale was the ultimate story of privilege, debauchery,...
MajOps B1: Blood and Fur Chapter 0 Noir, Sandbox, 2012 Stars glittered overhead like diamonds and it was dry here, the earth itself parched and my body echoed the feeling. Without moving my eyes from the target, I took a drink of water from my Camelbak. Someone, our medic I suspected, had tossed in one of the berry flavored electrolyte packets and I wrink...