From the files of Cleo: Thanks to the twins for their story. I'm one of identical twin sisters, age 28. Let me emphasis "identical," even to the tiny mole under our left breast. As children, our mother could tell the difference most of the time, but after we reached the teens we even managed to fool her occasionally. I'm Cass and my "baby sister" born a few...
"Harry, you can't come and get me." I sighed into the phone, while rubbing a clear patch on the fogging window to look at the near white-out conditions. "You're not listening. I'm on a city bus and it's stuck in the snow. This blizzard is the crown jewel in a winter that's like the start of a new ice age." I waited a minute while my brother ranted. I looked...
Gary Sutcliff's mom always hated me. Well, maybe hate is too strong a word. She never cared for me. I'm not sure why exactly, but I have ideas. Perhaps it started from the time Gary and I had a tiff and, seeking revenge, I hurled a stone through his bedroom window. It didn't help either that, following another tiff, I sledge-hammered the Sutcliff's flagstone...
I sometimes think it's funny how clueless parents can be. I don't know if it's just because they are so caught up in their own lives that they don't want to bother raising their kids and teaching them right from wrong, or if they really think TV is the better teacher and just let their kids get their morals from network sit-coms. They drop their kids off at...
(This story is for the Earth Day Contest. It's not your standard stroke material, so if that's what you're looking for, perhaps moving on would be your best bet. But thanks for stopping by, ya'll.) * "Gettin' any dirt for your worm?" Beth couldn't help but overhear the two handsome cowboys directly in front of her in the checkout line. The one asking abou...
Summary of Pixie Story No. 3: On a cold November Saturday Pixie reveals to her best friend Mandy, all the goings on after hours at the offices of Regent Graphics. Mandy is deeply concerned about Pixie and tries to convince her that what she keeps referring to as 'a harmless game' is anything but. Pixie's tells her of the night before and the curious gift S...
I'd had a great first semester at school. My grades were pretty decent, I'd made a wonderful new friend in Cindy and I was having a great time in the tri-delta sorority house. Still, by the time Christmas break rolled around, I was pretty much exhausted and when I got home I wasn't up for much of anything. My sister, who is a spitting image of me, only about...
When we'd heard the knock on the door, we both realized that we couldn't very well hide what it was we'd been doing. It was too late for that. Nervous, hell...scarred shitless even, I'd looked at Kris, that moment passing between us when we'd made the decision to accept whatever consequences came our way because of it. After that brief moment of surprised s...
Chapter 8 21 Guns and a Flag The grey morning sky, set the mood for the day of Lester's burial. It couldn't have been written into a script any better than nature had done. Familiar faces gathered together, but a pall hung over them and smiles were hard-pressed to find. Little was said, no one really sure what to talk about, in worry of showing any disresp...
Thank you for the great feedback! Some very useful critique has been given to me. Please make a comment if you have a moment. <3 Vadya stared at Tashka, sitting on her grey horse Jewel. Her hand was still clutched on his sleeve, her face was softened out, staring at the shaking branches the bear had brushed past. Around their horses' hooves, ten hounds c...