There are some days that should never happen. Today was one of these days. Actually, to tell the truth, the last several hundred should have never happened. Life used to be good, fun, and exciting; there were things to look forward to every day. I used to get up in the morning and be excited about going to work, if I got a new project I would be excited with...
Chapter 1; The Beginning Monday, March 8th. Gus lurched into the warm-up hut and stamped his feet. He was used to the cold, but thirty-three below zero combined with a twenty mile per hour wind was a brutal environment. He took off his gloves and his arctic parka in an effort to thaw out. In another ten minutes the rest of his crew should be in position....
Chapter 2: The Rescue *** Author's Note: This is fantasy based on Johnny Depp's character, Captain Jack Sparrow, Keira Knightley's character, Elizabeth Swann, and Orlando Bloom's character, Will Turner from the film *Pirates of the Caribbean.* It contains a tiny spoiler for the sequel, 2006's *Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Man's Chest.* Any discrepancies...
Well, I suppose you already know me, don't you? No? Of me then? Possibly. And if you only know of me, then you are probably just a little confused as to who I am, or at least interested, or at least bored enough to allow me to introduce myself. But where would the fun be if I just spoke through this all? So I shall tell you that my name is, Abby, and let y...
I suggest you read KatieBreckenridge's account of her life as an escort to bring you up on my outcome of her tale. As always I appreciate the talent of other authors in telling their stories. I'm unsure Katie knew how it would feel to be cheated, spurned, and disrespected. Maybe after Jeff gets through letting her know how it felt, she'll have a different v...
In disgust, Jeffrey Greenberg flung his copy of The Wall Street Journal to the rich oriental carpet in his opulent office on the 24th floor of the Nova Center building in Phoenix. "That goddamn woman and her husband aren't going to draw a peaceful breath for the rest of their lives if I can help it," he snarled aloud. Striding to the open door of his mahoga...
The seersucker shirt sleeves were rolled up to the elbows. A dark stain worked its way down the spine as the tropical island sweet dripped. Khakis accentuated his athletic butt cheeks. His feet swiftly stepped past the discarded plastic piece and exposed-bone carcass of a dog. A baby tied to the back of a black mother with a cloth cried with the lethargy of...
I now have a cushion strapped to my pretty derriere. It's so sore from the caning it got over That Damn Dog. One... I'll never buy a dog, and Two... I'll never forget that lesson...ever. That said, here is Chapter Two...of a Three part series. That's one more than one and one less than three, which btw will be the final chapter... Three that is, not this one...
My eyes opened and I grabbed my glasses and looked at the clock, it read "3:45." "Fuck" I said to no one. After I looked at the time. I got up and staggered to the bathroom and performed my morning routine. I slipped on a pair of sweat pants, shirt and shoes and left my house and walked my neighborhood. I did my final turn and walked up to my back door hit t...
It was such a decorative thing for the diners to watch before they began their meal. Such a pleasant backdrop to the buzz of intelligent discourse as the girl squirmed silently away on the chaise longue in the corner, just the faintest of 'mmmphh's coming to their ears in any lull in conversation. Mary smiled, she knew her new husband would enjoy the tradit...