I'm a driver. I love to drive. Long trips, short trips, makes no difference to me. Get me in a car, and I'm going. Unfortunately, I don't have a car that makes driving fun. It's a breakdown waiting to happen, the parting blow from my last relationship - with a mechanic who I thought might be around to fix the shitbox. Well, it's paid for and cheap to insure,...
We travel by night to avoid enemy fighters: bomb-laden American P-47's, rocket-toting English Typhoons. Death angels. Twelve kilometers more. I can nearly smell Marie Colette's perfume sweat, bad breath, and sex through the road-dust clogging my straight, Teutonic nose. The long barrel jutting out ahead of our Panther G, a 75mm KwK 42 L/70 cannon, reminds...
Christmas Eve nightshift. The Graveyard Shift. The natural preserve of the childless, the lonely, the permanently single and the desperate. How many had he worked in a row now? Four? Five? The fact that he was losing count was almost certainly not a sign of success. God, I hate Christmas, he thought. Fucking pantomime. The locker room smelt musty. Hidden...
Thank you to Anne for her thoughtful suggestions. Thank you to Chrystal Wynd for his encouragement. ** Ezmerelda sighed as she scanned the board. Unexpected events had sapped her savings and she was short on rent for the month. Usually only two jobs were necessary to cover her monthly expenses. Her next selection would be her fourth. The extra work was c...
The mall was crowded this evening. She could tell by the cars that filled every slot in the parking lot. A glance over at Him told her that He was getting irritated at not finding a space right away. Oh how she knew He hated to wait. The heat of the summer night clung to her tanned skin as she scanned the lot for a space. As she looked, her thoughts ran back...
Anyone who's lived a few years comes to realize that the cold, harsh world we live in isn't designed for the meek and the mild mannered. Jesus had a soft-spoken disposition. Look what happened to him. When it comes to suffering I'd rather leave it to others, thank you very much. But every once in a great while balance is restored to the cosmos. The loser at...
The Nose Knows. One whiff of the pillow said it all My name is Thomas Divine and I was born with a unique gift. Ever since I was a young boy I could smell odors far in advance of other people. Sometimes it was a blessing, like being able to detect the delicate scent of a flower without leaning down and putting my nose to it. Other times it was a curse, I co...
Only here could you see the Abominable Snowman walking hand-in-hand with a Wood Nymph. Steve Batson, on the other hand, wore khaki pants, a button-down shirt, and a navy sport coat. As he strolled down the convention center hallway occasionally weaving through the clustered crowds that were milling about on the dark and geometrically-patterned hotel-grade ca...
It begins with awareness. I think, therefore…a quick slide down a knife-edge gleam of moonlight and splash, we’ll enter this world together. Easy-like. A long moment of queasy disorientation as the lights swim in my vision and come into focus. I touch down, crouched on all fours in a puddle of oily muck at the ass-end of an alley that stinks to high-heaven...
This is an alternate version of Clarence and Mille by hilarynhugo©. Many comments seemed to think it needed one and I agree. But be forewarned, this version does not have "scorched earth" ending to it. No revenge is extracted, nobody dies and the main character does not undergo some remarkable transformation. His formative years are over. Also there is no se...