Boring. Totally pedestrian. That's the best way to describe this bank robbery. The same shrill scream of the customers, the same guns raised by security guards who finally get to do something, the same look of terror in their eyes when they are snatched away by thin air. They know who she is, they know what she's here for. They know what she can do. Guard an...
***This is the first chapter in a short novel I've started, any feedback will help keep things moving along, thanks*** * His eyes slid slowly over the worm ridden corpse before him. He felt the bile rise up from his stomach and nudge at his throat. He held it down and closed his eyes and nose from the sight and smell. He backed slowly away from the dead ho...
In the year 2012, Sophie Swift was confused. She'd felt an irresistible compulsion to go inside a mansion, where she'd met a man and girl. The man had told her that this girl was his genie, and that he was giving her to him. And now all that was left was a lamp, sat on the floor. She approached it with caution, not really understanding what was happening. Sh...
This is a short little story that crept into my mind, before I rolled out of bed this morning. Sometimes that's when I get ideas for stories, most of the time though I forget them before I can get my teeth brushed. It's the shits getting old. It's a story about a man whose wife pushed him to go to a party with her that he didn't really want to go too. A man...
I stopped at a pay phone outside the In-N-Out quickie mart out by the highway and called Ulysses Homeslice's pager. While I waiting for his call-back, one of those old Ford Velociteers screeched to a halt alongside the curb. It was as big and black as a hearse. The store's plate glass windows shook with the lowdown idling of its souped-up engine. Three p...
It's nine in the afternoon and detective Richard Luther of the Boston police department comes home. He's a six-foot-six, fairly large black man in his twenty fourth year living on God's green Earth. He has caramel-colored skin, curly hair and pale brown eyes. Home sweet home, those are the words on his mind. A bright smile comes on his face when he turns aro...
He felt light-headed. So many faces without names, aged thirty years since he'd seen many of them. He kept smiling and shaking hands, getting hugs, suddenly feeling every day of his forty nine years. He shook hands, some faces so clear in his mind, it was like no time had passed. He kept nodding at each hello, giving some of his old girlfriends hugs, seeing...
Oh my gosh, it's been such a looooooong time since I've posted-and I do apologize for that. Life is hard, ya know? Lmao... this is a new story; I'm trying to decide if I want to keep going with them, cos they are an interesting couple. So, y'all let me know. Kody and Xan are in the works, I'm just testing the waters with this one. It's short, but I will make...
I am not the smartest or the bravest person. I am not the tallest inside and many times I find myself running late. I worry about the world and the people in it, and I eat all the things; mostly cake. But I'm a good person, and if that's the only choice I ever manage to keep for the rest of my life, then I can live with that. Yet, lately it feels like life...
Chapter One: Going Out She was ecstatic. Christmas was on its way, snow was on the ground, and everything was going as planned. Except one thing. "I'm sorry to bother you, Rob, but my boyfriend Brad is drunk and I have no ride home." Rob, the bartender, turned around and smiled when he saw the young girl who had addressed him, "Well how'd you get here?...