Brett handed over his ten bucks, even though he could think of a thousand things that would have been a better use for the money. He'd agreed to join the team for the scavenger hunt, but held no illusions about winning the pot. From what he'd heard, there were usually so many teams competing that the odds were slim. Mike returned a few minutes later with th...
"1816 Sycamore Circle. This must be the place." Tara Zellers had reached her destination after following hand written directions. Alone in her Mother's Subaru Outback she pulled up to the curb of the Cul-de-sac. There were two houses next to the address. One on each side of it. The home she eyed belonged to English Lit Teacher "Trevor Stein". The front insi...
You wake up to the early morning sun shining through your Venetian blinds, directly into your eyes. You throw off your blankets, open your closet door, and dig through the clothes on the floor. Searching until you find your least pair of dirty pants. You get dressed not bothering to change your boxers and head into the kitchen through the eerie silence of th...
He traveled alone on His long journey searching for solace seeking a comfort which was nameless, faceless written in His heart in a language He could not decypher for He had not the key. His heart was heavy and the road seemed endless. the path winding, lonely branching off into new paths some of which soon dissolved into tangeled thickets so He had to turn...
I wrote this story in three parts. You may want to read the first two before reading this one. Again, thanks to my editors, LadyCibelle and Techsan, for making my stories a much better read. * Jim speaks again: As I lay in my bed and watched the nurses I couldn't help but think about Marie. I remembered her saying how she wanted to become a nurse, a physi...
Prologue A small high school Somewhere in America… Matt Thompson stood at the podium before his fifth period history class, sweating profusely. Today was the day. He looked up at the camera and microphone above the door, pointed right at him. To Hell with Big Brother, he thought. I'm going to tell these kids the truth. Not the crap they've printe...
She had the brightest blue topaz eyes I'd ever seen. Almost clear, a perfect pale blue, even in the dim light. They flashed furiously as she struggled to free herself from my grip and my weight as I pinned her to the rough asphalt, her dark curly hair spread out in in a lush fan. Her skirt was 10 feet away next to the matching yellow purse where I'd thro...
It was my first summer living in the Bay area. Aside from my brother and his family who had moved out this way before me, I really didn't know anyone since I started my new job as a marketing manager and writer a few months earlier for a Silicon Valley firm. "You need to get out, meet people, date," my brother said after dinner one night. "There's so much t...
*update* wow I'm ashamed of how many mistakes are in this story now I'm more skilled in writing. I shall slowly be going through and fixing the more noticeable mistakes. but keep in mind I'm still no god and punctuation can confuse me at times. welcome to a world where everyone you meet has a different personality and where magic exists. ponys lay just a por...
There is a standing date for our group of six. On the third Friday of every month, we go out. Whoever is hosting for the night chooses the venue. We have only a few hard rules. First, it is girls only, no spouses. Second, we meet at the hosts' house and travel in a group. Third, the venue can be anyplace the host chooses, but it must always be someplace we h...