Nate returned home after a long commute. Entering the living room, he spied Sydney sitting on the couch, watching the evening news. "You're home early," he said. "Yup! I had a little paperwork to finish and it was finishes by noon so I came home. Besides, there was no one else in the department today. I even had time to take a nap this afternoon. Since I am...
Many thanks to Jedbeaker for editing this story. In this story you'll find much more romance than in other Winterfrog stories. * It was the last Friday in June and I, Eric Robertson, had left my job for my four-week summer vacation. On the way home I picked-up my seven year old daughter, Amanda, at my wife's parents. They took care of her during her schoo...
A lot of people define themselves by their job, which is why, when they get fired or a certain job no longer exists, some people self-destruct. Me? I define who I am. Everything else, from institutions to people and places, are temporary. The name is Xavier Champlain, X.C. to my friends, and I'm a young black man living in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. Got a...
Sandi snuck into her mother's room and carefully removed the Cosmopolitan from her bedside table. Her parents didn't think it was acceptable for their eighteen-year old daughter to be reading Cosmo, but Sandi couldn't figure out what articles her mom bought it for. Sandi's mom was more of a Home Journal type and the thought of her mom and dad trying out any...
"Oh yes! Thanks! Just what I need today!" this mental, silent outburst of gratitude, directed towards the CEO of Marston Enterprises, of course only manifested itself in a short "Thanks Elise." through the intercom as I acknowledged that this meant the early start into a wonderful summer weekend. I brushed the manila folder into my brief case and grabbed the...
Ellen thought about her friends a lot the summer before she went away to college. Andrea and Hannah had gone backpacking together round India. Lauren was on a cruise with her family. Alice had got a dream internship. But Ellen was doing tutoring and babysitting, working as much as possible to make some money before she went away. She was good at it, always h...
This is the fifteenth installment of Mrs. Hart's Ache Chapter VI "…What's the Plan Stan?…" ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Author's note: see the Index of Terms for the definition of any word with which you are not familiar. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ This is a simple tale of retribution, wherein the young hero teaches the mother of his newest g...
Karyn visits her old boss Mike and co-worker Sean walks in Karyn was back in her groove. Now that the dry spell had ended, she had no intentions of another one starting. She had no specific plans, but kept an active 'radar' for any opportunities. Lucky for her, opportunities were everywhere. The first one came later that week. Karyn needed to turn in som...
Buckel Water Parks Inc was a corporation with big plans, and even bigger investors. It was all explained to Tiffany during a private office meeting. "Would you be interested in different responsibilities?" the boss asked. "We like your speaking skills. It's refreshing and different than what we usually have." She smiled, "Thank you. I'm ready for whatever...
Wayne Kyleen Stonehammer. Who could forget a euphonious name like that? More important, who could forget Kyleen? It's been over fifty years, and my memory of her and that summer we met remain as vivid as a morning sunrise on a cloudless day. It was the summer of 1966. Lyndon Johnson was president. We were mired in Vietnam. Gas was around thirty cents a ga...