Having opened the face of the grandfather clock in the study with a precise application of pressure to begin with, Bruce set the hands of the clock to the minute before his parents' death. He held the hands there against the motion of the machine, and after being locked in place a motion, the grandfather clock obligingly unclenched from its position. When he...
Every fiber in her body began to tremble. Goosebumps laced her arms and legs like an early autumn frost, and the hairs on the back of her neck stood up on end. It wasn't from the small blasts of snow blowing in from the front door every time a customer staggered outside for a quick smoke, and it wasn't from the thinness of her polka dot nylons, black heel bo...
"You, Jen. She could be you." Justin's words came to haunt Jenna later that night as she stared down at the small face of the eighteen year old girl. They'd found out a lot about the poor beauty in the past couple of hours. Her car, full of half the girl's life, was also carrying a few missing pieces of the puzzle. Stephanie was a note taker. She had notes...
It was late October when he first noticed her. There was something about her grey-blue eyes and blond hair with gentle curls that haunted him. Pete Hutchinson was an I.T. Specialist on the graveyard shift for a law firm in Manhattan. There weren't that many New Jersey Transit Trains coming and going at the hours he traveled. He guessed she must also have a...
It has been several months since Michelle left the loan modification department at My Mortgage Inc. and it hasn't been the same without her. The spark is missing; everyone is just going through the motions and snapping at each other. Naturally, management didn't replace her. Her work was just redistributed to the remaining team members. Patrick did his best...
Angie tried to concentrate on her desk, her work, but nothing was registering. Her eyes continued to wander around her office as her mind fuzzed over. She wasn't really sure what was wrong, but she knew that staying at work was out of the question. She knew if her boss came by and saw her staring blankly into space, he would shoot a critical look her way. B...
As if truly seeing myself for the first time, I had an epiphany while staring at myself in the mirror as to why I write. "Why do I write?" I'm Susan Jill Parker, my real name, and I'm a writer. Yet, I'm not just any writer. I don't write non-fiction, something that most writers write. Matter of fact, did you know that 95% of everything published in the wor...
Today's story has a unique twist. I have presented the first six months of the story exactly as it was told to me. Then you hit a fork in the road. You will be offered two endings; one is as it happened whilst the other has been made up out of whole cloth. I invite you to read both then vote which is which. Your comment can be as simple as "angel" or "devil"...
I'd had a thought over the weekend concerning the money I'd found under mom's bed I'd had a thought over the weekend concerning the money I'd found under mom's bed. Figuring that some people are just naturally nosey and if the cleaning crew that came in on every Wednesday had someone like that I'd best move the money. Just before leaving the house to take...
The man and woman sat at their table in the veranda of the hotel awaiting their food. Both eagerly excited to see what would be concocted from their initial orders from the menu. As she twirled her honey colored Pies porter in her fishbowl-sized glass, bored by her companion and the lack of their conversation, her eyes scanned the restaurant looking from one...