The ball floats through the air to be met with the point of my sleek boots, bringing it down to the heavily trodden ground. Quickly I start to accelerate down the field, past one, then a shimmy beyond another. In no time its just me and the goalkeeper and the world freezes. I look up, my shimmering blue eyes piercing his dull green ones. Pure determination p...
At the company Christmas party, my wife, Louise, and I shared a table with Bernie and his wife, Babs. It had to be the lowest status table in the whole banquet hall. We were in a dark corner, across the room from the executive table. Louise and I sat facing the wall. Bernie and Babs at least were facing the room and could see what was going on. About the onl...
"I try to look at this way, Vance." Jefferson Hales' smile was mild as always as he looked sideways at his Yankee friend. "As a rule we engineers have a rather bad habit of having the social skills of a groundhog. A groundhog with scrambled brains in fact. Having every one of us take an English course specifically geared toward getting our points across to t...
Molly and Jess have been classmates from an early age now they are both 18 and in the same college. Molly had always been jealous of Jess because even though they were both good looking. Jess had more friends, money, intelligence but what Molly hated most about Jess is that every guy was after her but she wasn't interested ever she was a virgin who just want...
My name is Babbita. I am not the subject of observation. However, I have become part of it. I have gone native so to speak. So you must know me. My inclination has first manifested itself at age seven. I was hiding under a corner bench of a banquet. The grown ups minded their own wedding celebration business and did not pay attention to us kids, especially,...
This story may not be reproduced or posted anywhere without the author's express permission. Hi, my name is Don and this is a story based on events that happened last summer. It took me nearly a year to be able to write about it, but I had to share it with someone, so thanks for reading this. The events that happened that summer afternoon were based on even...
There is a dark truth to our modern lives, one that is at times both terrifying and at others: one's only glimmer of hope. The carousel never stops turning. No, it simply goes -- around and around, with days passing by in a blink, with eyes that close to sleep, opening to wake in what feels like an instant. Clock in, clock out. Return. Repeat. It is a ma...
This is an extension of the previous one where the original was written at Seaking's site over 10 years ago and nobody has the contact info for the author (who apparently never wrote anything else). * Ed knew he shouldn't be doing it, but he was here in the bank again. Cheryl had closed the blinds to her office and he was under her desk as she worked, vigo...
This is my sequel to the story "The Making of a Rival" written by Fynn-S before 2007. I consider that Chapter 00 in the series. It's over on Seaking's Femfight if you'd like to hunt it down. If you haven't read the original, I strongly recommend that you do since it's oddly realistic for a topic like this. ****** Dana frantically tried to clean up the mes...
If there's one truth in sellin' liquor to hard workin' folks, it's that bartenders with big bosoms mean two things: healthy tips and thirsty patrons. That draw held, even at a recently refurbished saloon, outside of Dallas, Texas. Where more money than you could shake a stick at was spent to make old new again. And with every nail driven, and coat of paint...