(Brazil, 1943) I really hate getting shot at. Just because bullets won't kill me is no reason for me to go hunting situations like I was in right now. Bullets hurt when they hit me, for crying out loud. I was so upset by the whole mess that I could have cheerfully fired back at all three of the groups who seemed to think they were participating in "Wild Wes...
We woke up in time for breakfast on the Sunday morning, Chantal's face looked horrible, both bruised and swollen, although the bruising on her breast was not excessive. I took a few more pictures to act as a reminder if she ever thought about working the street again. Over breakfast she confirmed that she had learnt her lesson and agreed that she was lucky t...
Barbara looked stunning in her wedding dress as her father, Joseph Anderson, escorted her toward the front of the church where I stood waiting with the biggest smile I could muster on my face. My brother and best man stood beside me, smiling also. Brenda, Barbara's younger sister and maid of honor, stood across from me with a look I could only describe as a...
Note From The Author :- Let me apologise first of all to everyone who has read my story 'Betrayal'. That story was, in the opinion of many readers, left unfinished and needed closure. As tends to happen nowadays, when I decided to 'finish' the story, I found the characters developing more and more in my mind as I wrote the follow up and consequently, it b...
Last Friday, something happened to me that I feel I must share with you and your readers. I am a graduate student at an Ivy League school, and with the workload that entails, I don't usually have the time to go looking for much adventure. But, this time adventure found me. My friend Mike and I had just finished playing squash at the gym, and while we were...
Confusion. It was clouding Brigitte's mind, impeding her ability to analyze and process everything that she had just witnessed over the past four hours. Saying that she was confused was an understatement. It was more like she was flabbergasted, muddled, disordered, dumbfounded, damn near mixed up on the inside. She didn't know what to think. How was she supp...
"Do you want to come with me to Atlanta this weekend?" Dante asked me. "I don't think that's a good idea right now..." I told him. After our meeting with the attorney I had thought long and hard about ending this. I didn't know if I was going to be able to hide the situation from Jake. I hoped so, I certainly didn't want to get a divorce as the attorney h...
NEPTUNE NET Rough, old, dark wood enclosed the bar. Tiny, golden sun rays of the gleaming California summer poked through to light up the dark place barely. Heavy, hard wood chairs and solid tables lined the wall. A pool table was in the center. Faded photos of leather motorcycle gangs were framed on the wall. A lazy ceiling fan swung barely and silently to...
Harriet Garrett was walking through the subway terminals in New York's Grand Central Station toward platform 21¾ ; she was letting all of the thoughts of nostalgia float through her head. "Had it really been 20 years since she had first made this trip?" she thought. "No," she corrected herself, "It has been 27 years since my first trip. Only 20 since I lef...
Story 1 - Home Delivery It could have been the board meeting of any company at any boardroom table. But it wasn't. This was the weekly meeting of the executive of The Agency. The executive was made up of the seven departmental executive officers and Elizabeth Monaghan, founder and chief executive, who was seated in the plush leather chair at the end of the...