Sitting in the observation car on the Winnipeg-Churchill train, Derrick watched the stunted coniferous trees and muskeg quickly pass by as the train headed north through Canada. He relaxed, lounging in his seat, arms behind his head. A vent below his seat blew warm air against his feet and a steaming cup of almond-flavored coffee kept his insides hot. Meanwh...
You and your friends have had a lot of fun. You've known half of them all your life, and the others have stuck along for the ride. Although you mostly hang out with the same eight or so people, your 'group', which is your friends and their friends, is thirty strong, which means you guys had some pretty wild parties through high school. Graduation was a touch...
The Rocky Mountains were beautiful, and on this clear, crisp June morning in 1943 Thomas Sullivan thought he might have already died and was in heaven. It was a place he thought a lot about lately and figured he might get to visit real soon. Hopefully. He also feared some of his more recent actions might warrant taking the elevator down. Tom was a 21 year ol...
NOTE: this story is a work of fiction. All the events depicted are fictitious. *** Yes, my mom is Scarlett Johansson. The famous Hollywood actress. The sexiest woman in the world, as many people call her. But to me, she's just Mom. An incredibly sexy mom. She doesn't bring her work home with her. All the fame and glamour stays at the red carpet events an...
The Pig's Ass porter's taste is bitter. Violent convulsions drive through my tongue and down my throat with the warm creamy brown flood. The Porter, causes reflection of a meal at a Tarbert's guest house years before . We were there eating the local offering of steak pie. It cried for a drink that matched it. The only brew offered came from the local pub. Th...
I know, it's been a long time since my earlier submissions. That's what happens when life gets in the way. This story is the result of four things, seeing the BBC six part version of "The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy"; listening to a radio commercial for a local auto parts/repair shop too many times; a recall notice for my car; and lastly, my own wishful...
This story was edited by ErikThread and DaveT with my thanks and appreciation. Any errors are mine alone. It was previously posted on another site. * Chapter 13 Making Progress It took me less than two hours to provide Kevin with a list of the sequence of components for the prototype. The next three hours were spent trying to come up with some dimensions...
This chapter is the last go-round for Lloyd and his acquaintances. Once again any resemblance to biker gangs, websites, restaurants, hospitals, or anything on Earth is strictly coincidental. Fiction here with a capital F. ***** I fill out the paperwork on Vicky as I await word on her condition. Not really sure how much I care at this point, but I was bro...
I met Jim through the usual way I met people these days. He was a fan of my writing. He had sent me a message thanking me for my work and told me how much he enjoyed it. As I do with all my fans, I returned his email thanking him for being a fan. We kept exchanging emails and soon a nice friendship was formed. We talked about jobs and home lives. I found o...
Logan, known for his "famous last words" did not necessarily see it coming as he prepped for the conference in Billings. The spring conference required the attendance of Logan, and to his surprise Geri was being sent as his computer consultant. Settled in at the Sheraton, 21st floor, cozy adjoining rooms with a convenient door between them, they had lovely...