Hello, and welcome to the ninth 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...
Author's Note: This story was written at the suggestion of a medieval re-enactor friend who served as the template for the main character. She has recently passed away and this story is now dedicated to her memory. Goodbye Artemas Innkeeper of the Inn of the Drunken Hare, March 5, 2008. * The two forest outlaws watched nervously from the edge of Barnesda...
1 Harriet Zyczyk watched the water droplets slide down the thick glass of the train window. It was spring, and there would be no more snow. The 'plain Jane' twenty year-old felt safe inside the thumping metal monstrosity, protected from the rocks and bottles sometimes hurled at the Long Island commuter car as it passed through rough neighborhoods. Introver...
My name is Liane. By profession I'm an adventurer, a mercenary and tomb-robber and jack-of-all-trades. Or jill-of-all-trades, seeing as how I'm a lady. It's a tough job but somebody's got to do it, and it can pay off well if you're lucky. Course, I haven't been lucky recently. Right now I'm sitting in a dingy tavern without a scrap of coin to my name, hoping...
Ben and Michelle's lost marriage The wife is lost; A lonely man hears two stories Part 1, Two men meet in a bar An anonymous man, a stranger in town, was sitting in the bar of a city centre hotel and had ordered a drink; it was a clear spirit, gin or vodka and tonic. He was in his early sixties, a bit age ravaged but not weary, an 'interesting' face but n...
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content. ***** EVERYTHING IN THIS STORY IS FICTION, EVERYTHING. All characters are eighteen or older. ***** First let me set the scene for you. My name is Jamie. I call myself Jamie753 because when I was seven I received a very stern lesson that small children should be not allowed near gas c...
I was just looking in the fridge for something to drink after a rather hectic last hour. I had expected to be in and out of my current job quickly, but had an unexpected visitor that made my job much more difficult. "Ah, a nice cold beer looks good." Suddenly the door bell rang the familiar 'ding-dong.' Now who could that be? One interruption is bad enough,...
I couldn't imagine Travis Bickle driving anything but a Checker. There's that ominous but striking scene at the beginning when his vehicle emerges from a cloud of steam. With Bernard Herrmann's music on the soundtrack, it sets the tone for the rest of the movie. A very American product, Checker Motors operated out of Kalamazoo, MI. It was created in 1922 fr...
All through my trial, I?d been sure I?d be found innocent, since I hadn?t been near that jewelry store. It was just unlucky two witnesses described the robber as looking like playboy?s Miss March, and I look like her too. My big mistake was that when I?d found that silver necklace, I didn?t tell someone. And now I was going to prison, for two years. On the...
Act One ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Sally stood in her doorway, her big blue eyes framed in golden lashes, her cheeks a delicate pink, her lips all pouty and moist. "I'm going to have to cancel our date." She lifted her chin and her long, blond, perky, pony tail bounced ever so slightly. The faded gray t-shirt she wore did nothing to disguise the fullness of her brea...