7 - The Arbitrager: Arbitrage is, according to Wikipedia at least, the practice of taking advantage of differences between two or more markets. I put my iPhone away, still none the wiser, other than to assume it was another form of socially acceptable gambling thinly disguised as investment. The Arbitrager, on the other hand, was the perfect name for a pu...
Promise By Michael Fitzgerald (Years ago, I wrote this for a friend who was going through hard times. He called me just now and asked me to post it here to celebrate the Supreme Court's ruling. Hope you like it.) Alone upstairs, Belinda adjusted her veil. The quiet noise of family and friends drifted up the steps. The ceremony would be in the garden behin...
First time writer. No editor. Also no sex in this chapter. Slow build up. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "Mom!" Sunny Rae yelled in her soft husky voice, trying to gain the attention of her drug induced mother. It came out only as a whisper yell sort of sound. To her expectation she only relieved a vague snort as a reply. "I'm off to school" she continued while tr...
Tara has this obsession with her own feet. The way they look in her high heels or any open type of show she wears. She is always checking out the other ladies feet. Just looking for ones that matched hers. With us being friends she's always doing my nails or wanting to touch my feet. I love the way she touches them. I get so wet watching her work on my n...
30. It was around 0130, and Kate and I were sitting and enjoying the music, and generally wasting time. A new song started playing, a slow but it still had a beat. I notice Kate, she brushed her hair behind one of her ears l, and looks towards the dance floor, as I do, too. We notice several couplings, arms wrapped around each other and dancing to the song....
Bastion Levoux opened one eye very slowly, it felt like someone had gone over the thin membrane that protected the orb with rough sandpaper. He struggled but finally the other eye came open to stare bleakly around the cluttered mess that was him haven. There were books piled high in every imaginable place, even on top of the stove, which he rarely used anywa...
The name is Christopher Jean-Bertrand. I'm a young Black man of Haitian descent living in York, a town located right outside the City of Toronto, Province of Ontario. I currently attend York University, where I major in Civil Engineering. Yes, I'm a deeply intellectual kind of guy. We have those in the Black community too. Let no one tell you otherwise. With...
"Finger foods, done. Drinks, done. Kitchen is clean and house is spotless! Whew! I'm so ready for this party to be started!" she says. "Now, I can get ready!" I run upstairs, take a quick shower, get my makeup on, do my hair and head to closet. "Hmm...what do I wear? I'm thinking I don't want to wear anything provocative because then the wives start getting...
I love junk stores. They're much more fun than the fancy modern department stores where everything is so sparklingly mass-produced. Junk Stores have a character all their own. It's like a treasure hunt. You never know what you'll find. Of course much of it is just that, junk, but then at times will be a real find. I was wandering around in a little junk sto...
I'll admit it: it's been ages since I've posted anything. I went back to school, earned a degree and started a new career since my last story, and so I'm just putting a short one act piece out there to dip my toes in the water, as it were. mistake: an action or judgment that is misguided or wrong. "I won't let you throw our marriage away because of one stu...