My old man mind can't remember where I'd heard it before, oh not the phrase itself everyone's heard that! I'd heard that it was a kind of writer's joke. That phrase, 'it was a dark and stormy night'. It's a juvenile way newbie writers used thousands of times to try and build tension or suspense at the first part of a book or story. Much like the rusty hinges...
Author's foreword; Hi, remember me? I know it's been a while but real life often times gets in the way of our fun. I am back at it, albeit at a slower pace than before. You can find me on Mark Zuckerberg's little venture if you care to know what I am up to. A big thank you goes to blackstallion21 for editing this story. Thank you for reading and it's nice...
It was late on a Thursday afternoon in the middle of September. I was busying myself around the small town home I rented preparing for house guests. My college girlfriend, Mandy, and whoever was her flavor-of-the-month boyfriend would be here shortly. They were on their way from Dallas, where Mandy moved for a job after graduation. They were spending the nig...
"No. No fucking way, Todd." The prissy head of the English department, Todd Fogarty, leaned back and folded his fingers together. His bald head and leathery neck gave him the appearance of a turtle, Tara thought. "We're all having to make sacrifices, Tara. These students don't have anywhere else to go." She fought the urge to lean over his desk. That woul...
"About time!" I heard the distorted voice as I slipped back into consciousness. I tried to move my head but stopped short once I felt the blistering pain. "Welcome back to the world." The voice continued to taunt me. I quickly realized I had been handcuffed to a very uncomfortable old chair. "Take your time." The voice continued as I gulped down a few large...
Thanks to my editing team. Harddaysknight is my mentor and gives me critical review. SBrooks103x also reads for me. My editors are Girlinthemoon, Hale1, Pixel the Cat and GeorgeAnderson. You guys are awesome and I love you all. ***** It was very cold and snowing heavily. When I say very cold, I mean something beyond most people's imagination. I lived 30 mi...
DECEMBER Monday "Aren't you late for your panel?" I asked my wife. "What panel?" "Mothers Against Drunk Driving victim impact panel." "I'm not going. What's it going to accomplish?" "You've been going ever since Cynthia was killed." "She's still dead, and the woman who killed her is living happily ever after." "Victim impact panels keep peopl...
FINALLY - THE TREASURE The road to Deutschkatharinenberg literally skirts the border of Germany and the Czech Republic. We finally arrived at a likely spot to camp about three quarters of a mile past the mine itself. It was densely wooded. So, we pulled the Defender off the road and in among the primeval trees. We had camping gear that would keep us reaso...
Chapter 1 Too. Damn. Perfect. He hated her for that. But at the same time, that was what made her so irresistible. Unattainable. Unexpected. He pushed her from his mind. He didn't even know her name for Christ's sake. He shouldn't be thinking about her. He sighed slightly and got back to work. Fifty multiple choice essays later, he got up, stretched, and...
I never intended to write this as a series, but people asked for more of Missy, Janey and Mark. So this is not a stand alone story. You'll have to read 'Over the Top' first. But the story could be stopped at each of the segments, there's no cliffhanger endings. I'm going to call these, 'Missy's Story'. It's in three parts, Over the Top, Under Life, then Afte...