"I can't fucking believe it. We just got fire-bombed by Michigan Mike from motherfucking Munich!" are the first words Mira hears when she comes to. She feels wind on her face and the sun is a glaring, cantankerous orb in the flawless blue sky above her. Every piece of her feels burned, sore. She tries to sit up. "Lay down honey, there's nothing to see here!...
At dinner time on the fourth day out, a tired Jeep and a tired Michael pulled into Bozeman. The last one hundred forty miles from Billings had been a drag, even if it was on I-90. Adele came to the door when she heard us and screeched, "You didn't call!" I folded her into my arms. "I'm sorry, honey, I wasn't sure when I would make it. I'm smelly and tired a...
The beginning of a new week for the working guy. Thanks to everyone who has added constructive criticism. I appreciate the help from users on here who actually write the great stories. I am honored to have my stories read by some of the greats and their feedback means a lot to me. Any resemblance to biker gangs, biker rallies, restaurants, or websites on Ea...
Chapter 5 Early next morning Mollie took a call. "Hi, are you Miss O'Rourke?" "Yes." "Our Sarah from Wynter Toyota is on the way to you to deliver your vehicle to you." "But I haven't ordered a vehicle from you or anyone else." "Miss O'Rourke, according to the information I have before me a Mrs Elaine King has taken a mini-lease on a low mileage three...
Thanksgiving was approaching and so was winter. There had been two dustings of snow after the October storm and my always ambitious partner finally agreed to separate the action list into a winter section and a "next spring" section. She said she could hardly tell she was pregnant but Art and I made her go in for a first prenatal visit anyway. She came home...
Hey, it's me, Jimmy Axelsson. I'm the sun-tanned, gun-totin', mustache-growin' river rat that bullshitted those two navy nurses aboard our assault boat in a six-chapter missive that was unleashed here and titled "Rest and Relaxation". I'm a humbled man now, and I'm here to tell you that old age sucks. You remember Marty and Shauna, right? Marty was the gu...
MilitiaHumper Presents: Rabbit, Off the Reservation! A Pipeline Protest Story. *********** Written for fun, not profit. To follow the sequence of the story see the publish dates in the index. *********** Let me tell you the fun part about Rabbit other than she can't be fucked enough. She's a hairy little bitch that doesn't shave her legs, armpits, or a...
A lot had happened in the last week to Master Sergeant Charles E. Cobb, USMC, ret. On 30 June 2002, he had retired from the Corps. He had sold his property near Camp Pendleton. Pulling a trailer with all his belongings, he had made it to Lewiston, Idaho in time to sell his car, bid for, and get, one of the school buses the school system disposed of annually....
Mint lights a cigarette and takes both of Mira's bags. Mira follows behind him, her heels clacking on the warm concrete sidewalk. Mint checks his watch after he throws her bags into the back of his car. He then looks up at the sky, sunny and blue above them. "A little reverie?" Mira asks, following his gaze. A jet squeals over them, leaves a trail of white...
"You can't make a silk purse out of a sow's ear," sighed Monica. "We should have our heads examined for listening to Tim." "Don't fret, my dear," said Jane. "There's something to this invisible girl thing." Seeing Monica's perplexed expression, she added: "Maybe the girls are invisible, maybe they're not. It doesn't matter. They're in the frame, and the me...