I was 5 ½ years old the day I met Jill Bell, she was 5. She tripped a boy who had been threatening to beat me up and then stood on his chest until he cried "uncle". The now-frightened bully ran off to tell a teacher while Jill helped me up. She gave me a big hug and said "I like you. You can be my boyfriend." Of course, I had no intention of being anyone's...
I stared at the clock on my computer screen as it ticked away each laborious minute of the year-long day I was having. With the interview I had just completed still fresh in my head, I was desperately seeking the inspiration to put the information on paper, though failing miserably. "Finally!" I sighed as the clock marked noon. I suppose I could have left...
The television commercial was just about over with, the filming that is. My business is a software company that creates programs for companies to manage their production floor activity in factories. For most people this is boring stuff. However, for me and the people who work for me this is exciting and fun. The downside for most of us is to do the marketing...
You know when you can't sleep? For no reason? Insomnia with an unknown cause. Work's fine, kid's doing well, financially... as good as can be expected, comfortable. There's the basic nitty-gritty, but for the most part, there's nothing grinding my ass to the bone on a daily basis, I just can't sleep. Tired of tossing from side to side, at 2:14am, I get up...
The horse lifted his head and snorted with a warning to his Mistress who knelt at the edge of the stream drinking her fill. Green eyes narrowed as she grew still, a hand drifted to the sword at her side as she listened to the surrounding forest. The large warhorse shifted closer to her in a protective stance and her small form rose to her feet with a slow, l...
This a ghost story. Almost all the characters are figments of my imagination, except for one - Susan, who is my wife. She is a blonde and was a tour guide, amongst other things, which is what prompted me to write this story. Susan was sitting at an outdoor restaurant in the old part of the city, sipping a glass of cold white wine and contemplating her trip...
This I truly a fairy tale, since things like this don't happen to people like me. No, my name's not Cinderella or even Cindy, but I feel like a princess. Let me tell you why. Almost a year ago, I lost my job, my home and everything that meant something special to me. Down on my luck, out of cash, I packed up what little clothes I had and set out for the roa...
Try to guess what the young man, it will tickle your brain. This is actually one of my older works, revived. Kileka It all started in a bookstore. I don't remember why I went to the bookstore at eight at night; maybe just for something to do. Now, I think he drew me there. Then, I probably thought I was just looking for something to read. I went to the book...
The electric yellow jacket hung in an insignificant corner of the department store, hidden on a rack of clearance items between a family of forgotten and unwanted blouses and skirts that were probably unfit for the tackiest of dressers. Fingering through them, I half expected a family of moths to flutter out. I wasn't sure what drew me to the jacket, and I...
It takes a special kind of crazy to be a Starfleet fighter pilot. When a direct hit from a starship's phaser or disruptor banks can kill you in one shot, things can get insane in a hurry. Lieutenant Jason MacKenzie was that kind of crazy, which was the main reason he earned the callsign "Friday". He seemed to have no fear of anything. His former academy in...