Chapter THREE: The Only Thing I Want To Finish Read the previous chapters for sense being made. It's been AWHILE since I posted here, hopefully I can be more productive in the future. Most likely, not. These ideas were loosely influenced off of real life experiences, combined with missed opportunities and personal fantasies. The story is complete fiction; h...
My apologizes to George Bernard Shaw's "Pygmalion." ****************** Unless you've lived it, you have no idea what poverty is like. In that regard I believe that it has things in common with combat – at least that's what one of the few people from my youth that I respect told me. His name is Joe, he is a Vietnam combat vet having fought in the jungle fo...
CHAPTER 1 Flint Jackson yawned his way across the near-empty supermarket parking lot, thumbs tucked into the shoulder straps of his backpack, black Acubra at a rakish angle hiding most of his tight blond curls. He wondered didn't American women have anything better to do? The supermarket had opened at 7:00 and already at 7:25 there were forty vehicles par...
THis is my first story involving this subject. I hope you guys enjoy! Thank you for stopping by and as I always say, comments are not only welcome, but appreciated! Help me become a better writer! I had just stumbled into a bar, on the corner of 43rd St. and main, depression hitting me at the core of my soul. The consistency of my life had just taken a ha...
First, let me begin by apologizing, as the original upload of this story was rife with spelling errors, incorrect grammar, and a load of small bits and pieces that could've been worded much better. I've made a number of small and subtle changes that, in my mind, were sorely needed in order to increase the readability. Maybe you won't really notice a differen...
I pinched the bridge of my nose trying to relieve the pain and stress of a major headache as the last kid got off the bus. The laughing and screaming faded into the distance and I took in a deep breath of fresh air that the open door allowed and let it out very slowly. I opened my eyes, reached for the lever that would close the door when I noticed 'her'. Sh...
This one has been independently rated at 3.5/5 pickaxe handles on CTC's and my rating system. Feel free to email me, via the SemperAmare contact link to find the system. Once again, your thanks should go to the beautiful CreativityTakesCourage for improving this story with her editing skills. Thanks also to my old mate Charlie for his inciteful observations...
Part Twelve: Additional Responsibilities As Assigned "You stood me up yesterday." It was Friday during the last passing period of the day, in between my senior English and prep period. All teachers were expected to conduct hall duty during these transitions, keeping an eye on the students and keeping them from dawdling overmuch. Most days, I skipped this o...
We entered our building and bumped into our downstairs neighbor Jerry. He was taking his trashcan back to his apartment. He set it down at the landing and gave us each a good look. He wasn't at all phased by our appearances. "Little early for Halloween, isn't it...boys?" he asked. We both were fully aware Jerry knew we were sissies. It was fairly obvious...
[If you haven't read the other chapters, odds are good this one won't make much sense. Chapter 8 has begun. It will post the day I finish it. Your votes and comments are encouraged.] * Jim and I drove to the community college. It was about twenty miles away. He went because I asked him. I wanted him to go in case driving with a healing collarbone became to...