Reprieve "I did not direct my life. I didn't design it. I never made decisions. Things always came up and made them for me. That's what life is." -B. F. Skinner "S and M is only the expression in the bedroom of an oppressive-submissive relation which can happen also in the kitchen or at the factory, can happen between people of any gender. There is obviou...
With significant input by "Irish Lass". (And edited by our friend, "larryinseattle") ***** Parked against the curb, I sat and wondered how in the hell I'd gotten here. Four years of college, two years of post-graduate work in business administration, and then two more years of pounding the streets trying to get a job and all I had to show for it was a...
*Note to readers: This is the second story I've written which has nothing to do with my own life. The first was Live Free or Die. All of my other stories are based on personal experiences. I work as an aeronautical engineer on a Navy base in Virginia supporting the F-18 Super Hornet. As such, I've had the opportunity to meet many fighter pilots. Most a...
I rarely write in the third person, so this story is an experiment for me. My thanks to Jeriscol for his editing and education about the commas and semicolons. * Marybeth stomped down the street trying to vent her anger. Brad had pissed her off every day this week, setting a new record for his insensitivity and selfishness. Moreover her wrist hurt where h...
Chapter 21 - Kentucky Google will tell you that using the Interstate highways it should take just under two hours to get from Hamilton, Ohio, to Lexington, Kentucky. Dave took the back roads and made lots of stops. At three-thirty in the afternoon, he still hadn't quite reached Lexington, and he'd been on the road since eight that morning after leaving Mart...
Nock I shrugged at Norm. "I don't know, man. I guess she left a few details off of her resume." "Yeah, well this is a big, big problem." He rounded on Stan. "We need to get our Agency contact on the phone right now. We have to send her back to wherever she came from." "Martin?" the girl said, her voice unsteady. "Can't we talk about this?" Stansy looked...
This is a fantasy story based on the "X-change" concept. You don't need to know "X-Change" to read the story. This story has not been edited, but I had a beta reader (CindyUSA) who validated it. It was a Wednesday; I met Rick while I took a break for a coffee. He seemed so excited that I asked him what was going on. "Oh, I shouldn't tell! But I am just...
Norm I took a walk around the house and the barn that morning, surveying the tools that we would be using that night to make our carefully-laid plans a reality. We had a whole fleet of vehicles now. Besides the cargo truck and Tilly's truck in the barn, three motorcycles also nestled inside, plus the Suburban and six used vehicles. Those would most likely a...
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Jim Archer, jr. sat in the seat of the small tractor, looking over the field they'd just finished picking. He was sore and bone tired from the day's labor, but it was well worth it.... once the beans were properly dried and sealed away in jars, they'd have enough to last through til' next fall. The hundred acres of fields outside of the town proper, though...