Copyright 2016 "Oh, my, my. Mr. McCoy, she's back again." "Huh, what's that Louella? Who's back? What are you going on about?" "It's poor Miss Johnson. She's walking back and forth in front of the bus station and she's carrying that suitcase again. Oh dear me, the poor thing." Mr. McCoy put down the merchandise he was marking with the price gun then walk...
Chapter 1 Too. Damn. Perfect. He hated her for that. But at the same time, that was what made her so irresistible. Unattainable. Unexpected. He pushed her from his mind. He didn't even know her name for Christ's sake. He shouldn't be thinking about her. He sighed slightly and got back to work. Fifty multiple choice essays later, he got up, stretched, and...
Jess Simpson walked out of the county jail into bright sunlight. He stopped and squinted his eyes against the suns glare. It was just past 11 p.m. and already sweltering hot. He watched the heat waves rise from the hot asphalt street in front of him. The grass was already dry and brown looking in the summer heat. Jess looked in the small parking lot beside...
FOREWORD These stories are based in Australia and written in the idiom the characters would use. Some issues in language variations I anticipated and built translations into my narrative. Generally, the intended meaning will be clear from the context if you don't cling too tightly to your usual usage. Crutch/ Crotch has been a subject of much comment. Au...
Editing magic performed by KJ24 and Shyqash, plus contributions by the regular gang of brigands and neer-do-wells (WMD = Winter Men's Dilemma; My own irreverent spin on the BBC mythology) This story is NOT TO BE TAKEN SERIOUSLY! Once you go Black, you don't go back...unless you are an Amerindian, Arabic, Asian, Black, Indian, Latina, or White girl/guy who...
Ben Meir, a firefighter so very far from Kansas, tapped his fingers nervously along the padded handrail inside the elevator. Even the Muzak seeping out of the speakers didn't settle his jitters. Attending a fire safety trade show, Ben wasn't concerned about the conference; there was another show he was more interested in. When the elevator's doors opened, h...
Chapter 11 Monday, February 12th, 2007 was another day I circled on my calendar in red. The first thing that Mr. Kennedy did in government class was hand back our tests. And not to brag or anything, but YESSS! "A-plus — Excellent work, Mr. Sterling." Maybe my answer had been correct; maybe the twenty-first step in a bill's journey to becoming law was having...
Oh c'mon Ange, it's only 10:00, surely Brad lets you stay out later than that," Brandi said with a little twinkle in her eye. "Brad has nothing to do with my wanting to go," Angela replied, "some of us aren't on vacation and have to work in the morning." "Oh please," Alison piped in, "you own the studio, I think you can take a day off. Sit down and have an...
I never liked the opera, but it was that time again. It was time for our annual pilgrimage into the city for some of what Jennifer calls culture. It was time for me to drag my feet and resist... Yeah, like resisting would do any good. I don't know she ever got me to agree to it, but this was the deal I made. One weekend a year, she was completely in charge....
Comments, critiques and tips are welcome. Tyler Tyron Wesley vs. Tanesha Ashton Sorry about the length guys. Dedicated to Andria...my muse! To Kak, Gaga & Queenie...enjoy your AGADZI moment. And to the original TANESHA ASHTON. Love your swag chica... Signed, sealed, delivered! *** "Why can't we just take out these two now?" Will, one of Ty's fellow A...