Soon it would be Christmas, all the kids were excited. Then the blizzard came, all the kids knew Miss Joy came where there was lots of snow. They asked Miss Joy if they could make a Mommy, Daddy and baby snow family in her yard. Mei came by and just sat on the porch watching the family go up. They all remembered the pictures of Miss Mei's Christmas trip. Mis...
Nigel Pickering was an average middle class English lad. At the age of 19, he had opted to take a "gap year" between leaving school and going up to Oxford to study Law as his father had done, but was none too sure about what to do. His parents, who were, after all, being invited to fund the apparent continuation of Nigel's dependency on them for some time, w...
Just a clarification. Simon was human before Pru turned him. He and Ian met when Ian took some refresher classes at the University when Simon was 18 and a freshman. Isabelle's family line derives from the Central and South American Jaguar. A small percentage carry the recessive gene that makes them black. These are called panthers. Panther is a common name,...
"Good morning, Mrs. Stewart. It's good to see you out. How're doin' today?" "Oh, you know, Mr. Baxter. Each day just sort of nudges the one before it. It just all sort of goes on—a bit too long, if you ask me." Clem Baxter watched Louise Stewart from 12A move arthritically down the walk between the two old, red-brick apartment houses facing each other. Cle...
Doctor Robert Ruark peeled off his surgical gloves. The operation had been a difficult one, but after seven hours of grueling work he had succeeded in repairing the damaged heart valve. His brow was deeply furrowed as the tall, lean black man allowed thoughts of Alice to enter his mind for the first time since entering the operating room. 'What the hell is...
Rowena was tired. Rowena was always tired. She was tired when she went to bed, tired when she woke up, tired all day long. She took a last look round the room she had just finished preparing, noting the main items. "Bed. Quite an adequate desk – it was the one dad gave me for my eighteenth birthday. Good swivel chair. Armchair, wardrobe, dressing table, bri...
SAM It was a cold wet day at the plant fair. We were indoors though, so business was still good and we were doing a brisk trade. In fact we were doing so well that I was wondering if I should ask Jill to bring in the last stock left in the van. I was running over the time we had left against the time to bring in the stock from two streets away and the likel...
It was another typical Saturday afternoon for early fall. The day was cool and crisp, but brightened with the constant sunshine. Cindy was sitting at the table, sipping from a wine cooler, contemplating what to do for the evening. She hadn't had a date since Nate and her broke up and was tired of sitting in her own self-pity, and she wasn't in the mood for t...
There were just two of them on a hot day with sixth form college finished and a gap year to come before heading off to Uni. It should have been eight but six had pulled out for diverse reasons. The twins' father was in hospital following a heart attack, Tom and Jane had given different excuses but James strongly suspected they were each others' excuses. and...
My name is Jenny Harris. One day a couple of years ago I sat drinking a cup of poisonous university cafeteria tea and mulling over the lecture on Rousseau's "Social Contract," I had just attended. I decided it had been a good lecture because I now had some idea of what the old Gaul had been going on about. I was fifty-nine years of age at the time, and two...