The day went by just like any normal day for Alex, since she was determined to put last night's encounter in the 'Dream' category. She wouldn't acknowledge it. It was simply a dream that had been induced from lack of sleep, alcohol, and emotional turmoil over her last beau. Since, of course, she was not crazy. Wasn't she? The crisp smell of coffee, incense...
**This is chapter 2 (obviously) and it would help greatly to go back and read chapter 1 before going on here. Remember to drink in moderation, tip your waitress, and try to remember to vote!** "She's got what?" I asked calmly. Kris's face revealed that my voice had sunk to that deep calm that gives the appearance of collected sanity, but is usually sounded...
The silence was absolute. It consumed the room like a living presence. There was nothing except for the white light filtering into the room through the blinds. That didn't bother the silence, but rather seemed to compliment it. Gretchen lay still, careful not to disturb the silence as she blinked her eyes. It was early in the morning and the morning hadn't s...
Mrs. Bellamy stomped up the grey moss-covered steps to her long-awaited house. She couldn't help but stare inside the full window that displayed the entire kitchen. It was like a cheap whore with her legs wide open for anyone to enter inside her loose walls. "That'll be a neat view." Goldie made her way to the blue door; she hesitated, hand hovering over the...
Note: you will understand this story a lot better if you read Part One first. *** Chapter Eighteen Once I'd become aware that I could bring my dream subjects along to different places and times just through physical contact, I'd initially limited those interactions to bedtime to pass them off as dreams. With the accidental encounter on the train, I was st...
Shaking my head in disbelief, as we head toward the elevator in my apartment building, I laugh, telling my cocky friend, "You must have one hell of an opinion of yourself, Danny. Nobody's that lucky with women." Looking slightly offended, he narrows his eyes at me. "What? You don't think I can get lucky tonight? Well, I've got news for you, pal, I've never...
Positive thinking versus negative thinking, it's all in your attitude. Hi, I'm Paul Thomas. My friends call me PT because those are my initials and because I'm a new disciple of Roger Evans and his quasi religion of positive thought. I bought his franchise for fifty thousand dollars. I used the inheritance received from when my Dad died to buy it. Through v...
The Counterweight Palace is without question the finest Agatean Restaurant in Ankh-Morpork and, as such, a very popular eating and meeting place for that renowned city's movers and shakers. Here the landed aristocracy noshes on sim dum when they need a break from solid country fare. Here the Guild masters meet and discuss policy and here, because the owner i...
As grateful as I was to have a wife with a hot body, I always wished Jen wanted to show it off just a bit more. Somehow she was convinced she wasn't that great looking and therefore no one would want to see any more of her than was necessary. I don't know where this idea came from: she's 5'7" with lovely long legs, a nice bubble of a booty, and deliciously r...
Russ looked out of his apartment window. Someone had just parked a gigantic u-haul in the parking lot, and he knew that must be his new neighbor, as the manager said that apartment 205 was being moved into today. 205 was right below him and he was relieved when the last residents had moved out because their stereo always seemed to be on and turned up loud. O...