Passion In James County IV: Hell Hath No Fury Chapter 2 Tim Jackman finished putting on his uniform in the locker room of the Jamestown police station. He was a good-looking young man of twenty-one who stood six feet tall, had brown hair and blue eyes, and weighed one hundred and ninety pounds, thirty pounds more than he'd weighed in high school. He was al...
The town is like many other small towns I have passed through - nothing more than half a dozen houses, a general store, pub and a small post office branch. The pub is similar to many others I have walked into during the last few months, noisy and smelling of stale smoke and alcohol. The people that fill it are in various stages of drunkenness. There are a co...
News, they tell me, never sleeps, only managers. Working the night shift can be a lesson in brutality, but it can also be something of a joy. I can get more work done in two hours than many people can craft in an entire day. The work is largely free of oversight and even if there is a problem or breaking news it is easy to find someone who can and will help...
A friend of mine recently built a little townhome neighborhood near my house, and as a favor I agreed to sit in the model home once a week as an on site agent of sorts. It was a five hour open house gig once a week, and if anyone bought one of the places during my shift I would get a piece of the sale. The model home where I spent my time was really nice, we...
The temple to Sarlene was by no means the largest in the district; the minarets of the temple of the Sun God cast their shadows over it during the morning. But it was one of the more beautiful, at least if you preferred graceful lines over austere majesty. Green vines ran across the outer walls, twining between the bas-relief carvings. The carvings were not,...
Where's that train? There it is, platform 3, departs in 5 minutes, better run! Phew just made it, find a seat, can see one, looks like the last in the carriage, eyes fixed on it to try and dissuade anyone else from grabbing it. Hmm, woman sat against the window scanning some paperwork, short jacket, mid thigh dress, tights and boots, two guys, both wearing s...
© Copyright 2020. All rights reserved. This is a work of fiction. All characters depicted are 18 years and over. *** I had been awake for a few weeks, from the big sleep that is. While asleep, we had traveled about twenty light years to service a colony in the newly named Simpar system. We were in orbit around the second planet, Simpar II, of the seven pl...
My name is Cameron Black. This story takes place about a year after I finished college, while I was volunteering to help coach the track team at the high school where I'd graduated. It wasn't a big deal, just a few kids going running with me every morning and after school. Since my job involved a split shift - four hours in the mid-morning and four hours in...
Certain things must be imprinted in my DNA. I honestly think so. My name is Ramon Joseph. A big and tall young Black man of Haitian descent living in the town of Brockton, Massachusetts. I attend UMass-Boston, where I major in Business Administration. My avocation? I'm a Trickster. How else could you explain the situations I find myself so easily drawn to? Y...
Nadine pulls into the parking lot praying that she would not be late for work again. Even though she was a night-owl, she could not get accustomed to the night shift. She only decided to try it when the Director of Nursing asked her. It would not only be a less hectic, but she could spend more time with her family. She looked at the schedule in her locker a...