I had been working for a year straight. Our little California startup was blitz-scaling, trying to achieve a dominant position in a new business niche before the competition could get off the ground. At the same time we needed to become profitable before we ran out of seed money. We couldn't waste a minute. It was rewarding but exhausting. Every day was 12 h...
It had really been weeks, but it seemed like years ago I stood in a suburban backyard watching fireworks clinking champagne glasses together and hugging everyone present wishing everyone a Happy New Year. "Charli, 2020 is going to be your year, I know it!" I could still hear my best friend Maddi telling me this as we hugged on the warm January morning as h...
Copyright © 2017 David Caddell All rights reserved. - For as long as she could remember, she had always felt destined to endure a struggle of internal conflict as if driving her life like a car stepping on the gas and the brake pedals simultaneously - Could it ever be any different? During such frequent nights of emotional turmoil, Naomi would often pick...
Hey, guys. I hope everyone enjoys this story. I'm slowly working on three more projects I'll be submitting. Possibly six. Be patient with me and enjoy this in the mean-time while you wait. I haven't forgotten about Satana or Requin. Leave me a comment letting me know what you think. ***** When I was a little kid I used to play in the park all the time. I l...
I want to thank readers for comments, both public and private, kind and unkind, regarding my writing. I also want to thank the authors here for their stories and feedback to teach me new ideas and forms on how to get things out of my head. Finally, I want to thank James Blackshaw, whose music was an inspiration while I wrote this. Some of his album titles be...
NOTE: This is a story from real life recollection. Names and identities have been changed but the actions in this story are from real life recollections. Personally I hope you will enjoy the set of short stories in this. Also I would like to thank HeyAll for helping me edit the story. CHAPTER ONE: A RELATIONAL FOUNDATION The story starts in the dusty a...
To my American readers, I'm sorry if my information is flawed. I did a little research as I was writing but I'm no expert on guns or the USA/Canada. The town of Marchant Falls is fictional as is Echo Springs. I wanted to write an adventure story and although it didn't really turn out as I had intended I'm still quite happy with it. I've also left it open s...
Author's note: I considered splitting Part 3 of this story into two parts, but I felt it worked better as one. Consequently, it's a little longer than usual. As was the case with Part 1 and 2, there are a number of Australianisms and other minor references to popular culture, mostly to songs and musicians, which may not be entirely clear as to their meaning...
Prologue - Placing her back inches from a large tree, Brenda stooped down and teased open a brown canvas satchel. The occasional wind-rush of a car traveling on the road, several yards away, served as a reminder that civilization seemed always to be only one step away. Her son, dear Christopher, had dropped her off on that highway a bit over an hour ago. B...
NOTE: This is a 23K+ word story that doesn't start heating up until halfway through. I respect the value of a quick stroke story, which is why I'm warning you to keep looking if that's what you're after. If you're down for a long read with a hot payoff, though, then pour yourself a glass of your favorite little something-something and pull up a seat. This s...