On Sunday Morning Violet came home from her night shift job, she was tired, and irritated. She'd had to write up an aide and wasn't particularly happy about that. As she came through the side door into the incredibly cluttered house, she dumped her large bag on the floor next to the sofa bed she slept on and stared at it. She'd remembered all the times in...
The package and the second note were still on my lap. It was getting late. So many memories had flood back to me as I tried to make the hardest decision in my life. I tried to remember everything he had told me about this harem of his. For months I barely believed him so I don't remember the early conversations too well. My eyes looked down onto the second n...
At last it was 5 o'clock, and Tracy was more than ready to go home. The events of her day in the office had taken its toll on her and she wanted to go home and relax. During the day her computer had crashed four times, the fire alarm had been set off, and the Regional Manager had paid an unannounced visit. Tracy was 35 years of age, and had been married fo...
Author's note: This is a true story -- well, I think it's true. I heard the basic facts on a radio phone in. I have just created the characters and their day to day lives. The plot, including the end, is as the anonymous caller told it, so thanks to Galaxy FM and their listener -- whoever she is! ooo It started off like any other weekend. But when it was o...
Disorientation. Confusion. Fortunately, no pain. A kind of milky greyness and a sensation of floating. Thankfully I still seem to be able to remember who and what I was. Memory sort of fuzzy, but intact nevertheless. The accident. Now that I really can remember clearly; no fuzziness there. And so, to the assumption. I realise that I'm in a coma, and I feel...
(For the safety of those featured in this story, names have been altered or removed; in addition, all "participating" characters within the body of text are over the age of 18. This is, in fact, based partially on a true story, although most of it is fantasy.) * It was the night of November 15th. I shuffled the documents on my desk and straightened up the...
An Arresting Officer Officer Greg Morris couldn't wait for his shift to end, so he could just go home, pop a few beers, put his feet up and call it a day. It had been one of those days that just seemed endless. Greg was proud to be a Police Officer. He worked hard, was diligent, helpful to everyone, did whatever was required of him. He took his job serious...
I was in my first year of college. Since the summer break was about to begin I was looking for a job. There were some possibilities posted outside the student union so I looked them over. One seemed worth looking into. "Young man willing to travel, working as assistant to a salesperson. Must be willing to deal with people in a friendly and helpful way, wor...
The only time that I see PROPER women is when I look out over the wall. I'm just finishing off a prison sentence of eight years at HMP Lowbridge. I'm single male aged 31 with no family, and because of this, I don't get visits from anyone. Each day I sit at my window watching cars and buses stopping outside, and visitors for other inmates arrive and depart. A...
Carlotta Lucarella wasn't sure why her boss, Marlene Arlington, had insisted she spend the weekend at Marlene's country home. All they'd done since they arrived at the posh residence a few hours earlier was eat dinner and watch TV. Around nine o'clock, Miss Arlington excused herself and went to bed. Carlotta, who had nothing else to do, did the same. The at...