Becareful what you wish for. It feels like that line has been uttered more times than there are grains of sand. And yet still we hear of those whose wishes cause problems. "I wish I could help." Do you? Or are you really just happy you found an excuse. "I wish I could see you next week." Really? Cause if you wanted to you could probably m...
Ich habe in "Frauenraub" Bezug auf das Vorleben des Protagonisten genommen. Die nie vollendete Geschichte dazu habe ich ursprünglich auf einer anderen Plattform veröffentlicht (auf der ich aber nicht mehr schreibe). Daher ziehe ich diese - für alle die mehr über Gernot von Stetten wissen wollen - hierher um. Ich habe die Geschichte nicht bearbeitet...
Hiyo! This is my first time submitting. Please, I'd love love constructive feedback. It will help me determine whether or not chapter two will be posted. Thanks folks! ***** Oh, not now Manny baby. Not tonight. This was the only thought my brain processed as I looked at the name on my iPhone screen. I honestly wasn't in the mood to speak with him or any...
"Y'know Joe. I know it's none of my business, and I really shouldn't say anything, but let's face it, I think I now know you two more intimately than probably your closest friends. But it seems to me you were closer to overlooking Debs, er, mistake on Friday, at least you were talking then. Now the pair of you seem to be waiting for each other to make it rig...
His tan jaw flexed and ticked. Head titled to the left, his eyes gleamed wildly at me. His wavy brown hair was pushed out of his face, giving me an unrestricted view of his strong district features. Before I could speak, he slowly started walking forward into the living room, effectively making me stumble backwards to let him in. Without breaking eye contac...
Chapter 03 On Monday Vicky breezed into Aidan's office. "Aidan," she said. "After all that trouble when I was ill, you never got a holiday. Then you've been working all hours to get the new kids sorted. You're looking very tired and everything is running well now. Why don't you take a break? August is a slack month in any case. Go somewhere exotic; take as...
Hello, and welcome to the third issue of Tales from Snippettsville, Short Stories From A Small Town. If you want to know what it's all about, go to Snippettsville Group If you have any feedback, and let's face it, as writers we all love feedback, just click on the author's name, in blue at the head of their piece. If you want to make a general comment on...
"Who's that lovely piece of femininity?" I asked my friend Scott, pointing across the campus. He shaded his eyes. "The redhead or the blonde?" he asked in return. "The drop-dead gorgeous blonde," I replied. "Oh, that's Amy. She sure looks great, but she's a PK, Jeremy." "OK, I'll bite. What's a PK?" "A preacher's kid. You know, awash in religion. Holier...
He sat in the back of the conference room with his laptop open, staring blankly at the speaker. The middle-aged man in a gray button-up at the front of the room had developed software that promised to "invigorate company-wide productivity" and "expedite cross-departmental collaborations". As his co-workers followed along with the tutorial, he ran his fingers...
Jersey Central Railroad Station, Jersey City, New Jersey, 9:55 Am. on Friday, the 26th of August 1947: My family and I had arrived at the station on the Leigh Valley's last morning commuter at 8:59 Am., riding from South Plainfield. I'm Josef von Franz, nineteen years old, graduated Summa cum Laude from Bound Brook High School and an All State Football Runn...