Note: This was originally released in three parts. Part 1: Kim Jerry could see his wife's cheeks turning red with anger. 'Oh no,' he thought. 'Here we go again. And in a crowded restaurant too.' "This, this, this is why no one should have voted for Bush." Kim's voice grew louder with each word until half the restaurant was turning to stare at her. "That d...
While in fiction you can do anything you like, even commit crimes and get away with them. I like to stay a little closer to reality. Life doesn't always work out like we want to or even plan for. For my critics. Yes, I am an American. English is my first language and my only language. If you think I am foreign born because of my vocabulary my high school E...
This story is like many others I have read on this site. It is unique only in that it happened to me. Looking back on it now I suppose I should have seen it coming, but I didn't. I can only blame it on being blinded by my love for Cheri. Well, the blinders are off now and I can't believe that I have been so stupid. I had been married to Cheri a little over...
Note about the author: English is not my first language, in fact, it is not even my second language, I'm bilingual, and English is neither of those languages. So spelling and grammar are what they are. Idioms, phrases, etc., probably are used strangely, since the language and culture are foreign to me. Disclaimer: This story is not intended for people unde...
One of the boys answered the door while the others made themselves respectable. "It's Mike," shouted Peter, "He's finally got here." Mike, the boy who had been camping walked into the room, "Hope you didn't start without me," he quipped. "Well actually we did, it's all over with," said George, trying once more to sound amusing. "What is?" Mike looked ar...
Foreword I suggest those of you who hated Part One take an early bath because this is more of the same. All I can ask those of you who hate what you read, but read it all the same and complain about it, is that you read carefully. We all spend our lives learning from our mistakes and my characters make lots. It's what makes us interesting and human. My poin...
Emmeline basked in the warm sunlight of her eighteenth birthday, content in the knowledge that her time of freedom had finally arrived. Today she could finally spread her wings and fly away from this dreary place that she had known as her home for the past thirteen years. As a five-year-old she has been brought here, to her grandparents' home on the isolate...
The taxi pulled up to the house, and the passenger, a rather slight male in his very early twenties, saw that it was an enmeshed castle of geometric three-dimensional shapes, but not so enmenshed as to be unliveable, or so he hoped. As he disembarked, the passenger, Phillip Ahern, note a look of wry bemusement on the taxi driver's face. Phillip had no idea w...
The apartment that Fyona Washington had occupied ten years ago was nothing but wasteland now. Wrought-iron fence kept the unkempt yards and broken pavement from spreading to neighboring areas and the empty-eyed windows of the deserted apartment buildings stared out onto the rest of the prospering landscape with sadness. I ignored the surroundings, instead...
Joseph Hart had just arrived at the luggage pickup area of the Port Orion airport. It wasn't that late, but he always got tired when he traveled by plane. He was anxious to get a rental car, check into his hotel room, and lie down to rest for awhile. He was planning a leisurely dinner and possibly some lounging outside the hotel restaurant that supposedly ha...