The next day I found myself in one of the most fashionable dress shops in town. We had hardly stepped in the door, when an older lady, wearing a very stylishly understated black suit, but too much makeup on her wrinkled face and hair too blonde, came forward and introduced herself. "Mr. Libby, how do you do today? My name is Anne Welsh. What can we do for...
A few miles down the road, Eric and his family were finishing up their own dinner. At one point, Eric looked up and thought he saw someone watching them through the window. But there was nothing there, and he brushed off the feeling. He was just being paranoid, no one would trudge out to the middle of nowhere just to spy on his family. Why would they? To get...
"I came here to get picked up." Even though she couldn't meet his eyes, Stef knew, could feel it with her entire body, that this guy was glaring at her. Like he was mad. Like he didn't realize how much such an admission could work in his favour. Stef was suddenly thankful for all the gin and tonics she had had that night. Otherwise, she doubted she'd sti...
INTRODUCTION He didn't know where he was, but the transporter had hummed along for nearly an hour. He already knew he was in deep, deeper than usual, but this meant bad news. Usually he'd try to run, a simple white and blue picking him up (if they could) before even ID'ing him, but this time was a different story. Both hands were locked in code protected, a...
I got off the airplane and stepped into a chilly terminal. The colors were bland and the people waiting for their luggage wore heavy sweaters that hid any hints of body shape from my eyes. I felt utterly out of place in my form-fitting jeans and long sleeved shirt. Though this was casual travel attire compared to everything else in my closet, I felt overdres...
"How does it work?" "After scanning your body thoroughly, it reads the neurons in your brain and analyzes the thought patterns. Then, using your own dreams (caused by the slight drug), it creates your fantasy by sending back signals to the brain. This, coupled with the sensations the machine provides your body, gives you a sense of reality, though you never...
This story could not have been done without the efforts of Wearspurplealot. She is responsible for at least half of the writing, and I consider her parts to be the better half. Hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing with her. * Steve was working alone in the shop when a strange car pulled in the drive. Climbing out of the tractor he was wo...
Kerry broke one of her golden rules … never get dressed up for a night out, at work. If she hadn’t had so much work on her desk, and if Mark hadn’t wanted to leave for the date so early, and if … well, life was full of if’s and but’s. However if she hadn’t broken her own rule, she might never have experienced something that would change her life forever. Wh...
Stepping from the shower, Monica finally felt free and alone—away from the pains and aches of home and complications of family. She looked at herself through the steamy vapor that hung in the air of the rustic bath and thought back over the long drive up from the city. She had stopped in the little town where her parents had always stopped to grab a quick m...
Chapter 2. Helen Eight years into home ownership, my wife and I decided to finally tend to some long-neglected remodelling. Summers without air conditioning had lost their rustic charm, and the daily complaints of two kids now too old to be sharing a room were becoming unbearable. After a few weeks of asking recommendations from our neighbors, we hired a yo...