The old adage goes that the lady of the house always discovers everything that goes on in said house, sooner or later. I guess I should have remembered that. My name is Ahmed Suleiman and I'm a man of Somali descent living in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. I'm twenty eight years old, and recently completed my MBA at the Sprott School of Business at Carleton Un...
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Chapter One – Katie's New Life by BrettJ © 2012 "Have a wonderful time in Europe, Mommy, Daddy," Katie Mitchell said as her parent's car left her at the gates of the Browning estate. She had only been there once before when Todd Browning, her father's boss, had held his annual summer barbecue. She remembered that she had almost gotten lost, because the B...
While riding my Harley through Southern Illinois recently I decided to pull off in a small town and have a beer. I cruised the main street of the little town of Harrisburg until I spotted the neon beer advertisements in a widow and knew I had found my stop. I rolled up and parked right outside the front door and proceeded into the bar. When I open the doo...
An Arresting Officer Officer Greg Morris couldn't wait for his shift to end, so he could just go home, pop a few beers, put his feet up and call it a day. It had been one of those days that just seemed endless. Greg was proud to be a Police Officer. He worked hard, was diligent, helpful to everyone, did whatever was required of him. He took his job serious...
The City sweated like a fat man on a treadmill. It had been sultry hell for the last three weeks, and the Citizens went home after work to their peeling-wallpaper home sweet homes, got as close to naked as their shame allowed and slouched next to their refrigerators, the electric drone of fans a waste of wattage. Nightfall made no difference; the pillow had...
DAY 1 This story would be off to a much quicker start if the six of them were the sort of people who would just toss off their clothes at the slightest excuse and go at one another before ten paragraphs have passed -- but they were all barely eighteen, in their first month of college, most of them away from home for the first time, and none of them had ever...
Hello, and welcome to the eighth issue of Tales from Snippettsville, Short Stories From A Small Town. If you want to know what it's all about, go to Snippettsville Group If you have any feedback, and let's face it, as writers we all love feedback, just click on the author's name, in blue at the head of their piece. If you want to make a general comment o...
She flew out of winter into summer. The February air in New York had been cold and dry, so the warm, tropical air was a striking contrast as Kathleen Canon walked out of the airport. It was not her first visit, and she had made arrangements to board the puddle-jumper, thus avoiding the jarring hour-long ride through the poverty-stricken towns. Seated on th...
The evening training was over and I was sitting quietly up in my coach's box, reviewing what I had observed during the session. All in all, I thought that things had gone fairly well but for one little thing. There was this subtle sense of rancour within the team. Something or someone was upsetting things and it was up to me to sort it out. On the plus side,...