The mysterious Cristobal Balenciaga... These words lingered in my brain as I walked off the business class section of the international flight and into Arkhangelsk's Talagi Airport's peculiar, mdf-walled inner-sleeve tunnel behind the actual walls of the short-term stop-over area. It was, 15 degrees below zero Centigrade in still air, and there was that ofte...
«Forewarning» After failing to find an editor for an earlier version of this text, I went back and tried to proof read it and edit it a bit and ended up rewriting large portions of it. I am fully aware of the possibility of the existence of grammatical and spelling errors in it, along with confusing, malformed or misused sentences, words and expressions....
Okay, I have resubmitted this story after a re-write. I thought I would try a short story before, but it seems everyone doesn't like the short stories. I wrote the original one night for a break, so now I am re-writing it and adding some more to it. I hope you enjoy it a little more now. This chapter is an outtake story from the series Life After The Lottery...
The Paul & Jenny Stories Pt. 17p: The Batting Order Ch. 16 Paul. What was happening over there? There was a lot of noise coming from the marquee. People were running inside it. I could see my parents. "There's a fight in the marquee." The fielder nearest to it called. He turned and talked to a couple of people for a few seconds. He came running into the...
Let me just start off by saying that I have never seen Katie's parents naked, ok? I never have, and I never want to. Katie had been my best friend since middle school, when she and her family moved to my neighborhood from California. Today, Katie and I had taken our last final exams of high school, and to celebrate, we were sleeping over at her house. We we...
I've written before about my wife Kim. What you need to know about us is that we're a young childless couple; she's 24 and I'm 25. Recently Kim has started showing off her body a bit. Well okay, if you've read the previous stories you know that it's more than a bit, but the actual instances have been rather few and far between. Kim seems content to let it ha...
It was a Friday night like any other. The guys and I had been out at the bar, blowing off some steam after a long week at work, and we were heading home. In the parking lot, Billy (the designated driver) couldn't find his keys. As he panicked, the rest of us just stood around half-drunk (or completely drunk, as Doug and Chet were.) It was at that moment that...
The line outside the club was insane. People packed the sidewalk so tightly Connie could barely breathe. She now understood the cliché "crammed in like sardines". The people in the crowd shifted impatiently, waiting for the doors to open. The club was new, and had been promoted as the best dance club in the city. The owners had snagged one of the hottest l...
A journalist remarked that time will now be measured around September 11, 2001 -- as Before and After. Before, life could be considered normal. After, tens of thousands of people I'd never known nor met became as important to me as family. Other, more personal events had long been coming by the time September 11th rolled around. My love life had been in com...
Lisa came tapping at my bedroom window tonight. Just as she has done for the last four nights; her dirt encrusted nails pecking out a staccato rhythm as she beckoned me to come outside or to let her in. Several of those nails would be jagged from her clawing, the flesh of her hands like ground beef, raw and red. I don't want to imagine her face. I lay, h...