You're scrolling through your text messages, trying not to be too obvious about it. Mrs. Beachum had threatened to take your phone on sight if she caught you with it again, but in your seat at the back of the class you're not too worried. Taytay: Last night was so awesome!! Taytay: I just wish my stupid parents hadn’t come home early >:( Taytay: Maybe ne...
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Based on a real incident from my youth. * * * * * * ** * Questionably over the years, arguments have arisen, polls conducted, wagers made, all over one question, "What is 'America's Favorite Sport'?" Take your pick, was it Baseball, Soccer, Football or some other sport that you've only heard of through history books? Well, I found the definitive answer b...
My name is Josh and I'm a gamer. My wife Patricia and I have been married for nearly nine years now. That's nine whole years of happiness, sadness, anger, sleepless nights, terror, anxiety, and bliss. She can be a real handful at times— a real hothead—but we always make up in the end and that's why I love her so much. Anyway, there was one point in our mar...
I came home to an empty house. I was worried as it was quiet... a little too quiet. I sensed straight away that our dog wasn't around. I did a quick sweep of the house and everything seemed normal until I went upstairs. As I entered the master bedroom I saw open cupboards and clothes missing. A quick check of the bathroom confirmed all Kelly's things were g...
"Yes, sir," Mia snapped. "Sorry for the delay, sir!" "Gear up, Kodiak." Mia dropped her bag onto the floor of the van and then met the eyes of each of the men sitting there. All but Romeo dropped his eyes. Mia shook her head before bending and opening her bag. She pulled her off duty weapon from its place in the small of her back and sat it in the case bef...
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...
Spring time in the city had gotten tough. People had to be tighter with money and as such, the café was dead that afternoon. The only customer we had was Gladys, the kind old cat lady that loves to show off pictures of her white Persian cat called Yasmin. I was minding the counter, flicking a wooden stirrer between my fingers when my world brightened with t...
The zombie had been walking for days. Perhaps walking wasn't the correct term. Shuffling or lurching was more accurate. He was dimly conscious of a tiredness as he moved. He barely lifted his feet anymore. When the catastrophe, the "zombie apocalypse" had occurred, when he had been stricken after his own attack, he had moved much more quickly. But that had b...
"It's been a while." Sean mumbled. He was already a couple . . . several . . . a dozen or so hits into his vodka bottle when he curled up on the couch and turned on his Wii. It had been a few years since the last time he'd played Super Mario Bros. 3 but he still had a lot of pleasant memories from his youth tied up in the game. It brought a smile to his face...