Edward Marston was tired. It had been a long few days. It was Friday and he was looking forward to an easy weekend. He had nothing planned. He had stood in line at the cellphone provider and managed to change his contract. He needed to remove Lisa, his ex-wife, from all his bank accounts, credit cards and mobile phone contract. This took more time than he an...
I know it has been a LONG while since I posted anything, but have been working on all the short stories that were bouncing around my head and numerous note pads (Thank you HRKW...they were handy) and finally decided to post a few. I am still working on the sequel to Corine, and am slowly working on the sequel to Thea (Kael's story), but the mind block is pro...
"HOT COCOA! MORE HOT COCOA! I DEMAND HOT COCOA!" Milo Greyson had very little need for sleep but the effects of caffeine offered a different effect on him. It made his drive to work hyperactive. Like humans and their excessive abuse of caffeinated drinks to stay wired and alert Milo enjoyed hot cocoa as a stimulant to achieve goals. Let's not get started on...
This is part 3 and the conclusion, please read Lethal Weapon parts 1 and 2 to find where we are before reading this. My keyboard has a habit of skipping letters and doubling letters. I usually catch these in spell check, but I miss some, so please bear with me. Comments and voting will be turned on now, please be kind. ***** Martin grabbed the bag of catfi...
Doing a skip-run after his feet hit the ground as he exited the diesel shuttle bus toward the electric trolley bus at the end terminal at Woodman and Patterson, George knew the trolley wouldn't leave him, but he hustled just in case it might. The shoulder strap of the guitar's gig bag slipped down his arm and he made a wild-ass grab to keep from dropping it...
Oh Shit! I'm going to be late again. This was my thought as I rounded the last corner leading to my apartment building. It was 3:25 and my wife Helen, had told me to be home by no later than 3:00. Her sister Tammy and her husband were joining us for our traditional Thanksgiving dinner and they were bringing Helen's nearly 90 year old mother with them. Our d...
As I sat on my back porch I could hear the young man berating his wife through the window of the house next door. Talking about what a loser prude she was, why couldn't she be more loving like the girls at the bar? His wife Sandy said, "what have I denied you? Whenever you want me I stop what I'm doing and let you satisfy your needs. In the kitchen, the bed...
This is the third episode in a multi-part story. Although I hope you would enjoy it by itself, it would be better to start with Chapter 01 first so you can understand the context of the situation and get introduced to the characters. This is a story of a journey and is meant to be read in sequence. I was awakened by a rumbling and a lurch of the ship to fin...
Author's notes: Thanks again to everyone to wrote in or commented on November(my Halloween Story) As I promised in my comment there, this story is a bit different for me. No one flying through the air backwards and upside down with their hair on fire. It's a more emotional simpler story. My esteemed editor suggested that there should be two endings, but a lo...
It was 7:25, and Carolyn was as nervous as she'd ever been before a date. Just because she didn't have to worry about what to wear, didn't mean that she didn't have to worry about what to wear. In fact, it was worse. She'd spent most of the afternoon preparing. Even as early as this morning she had stripped and freshly repainted her toes and fingernails with...