Hello, I'm John Davis, 23 years old. It's my first day in my new job. I'm dressed comfortably in a cotton t-shirt, a pair of blue jeans, and sneakers. I'll have to thank my girlfriend, Doe Miller, for this job. She managed to convince her aunt, Linda Wilson, into giving me a chance. I've been with Doe for the last six months. She's witty and unpredictable. B...
This story is a continuation of I'm Dating our Mailgirl Chap. 01. That story should be read first for context. ***** I was looking forward to meeting 9 after work on Thursday. I couldn't wait until 8:30 to meet her at the Loading Dock. I had been anxious the night before worried about what might be happening to her on the 42nd floor. I wasn't going to bri...
London The warehouse is completely empty except for a single, black Lexus GS sitting in the middle of the floor. Colonel Pierson sits perched on its hood in a fine tailored suit and flanked by two well-armed soldiers. Julie doesn't recognize the uniforms they wear and they don't have any patches whatsoever. She can only assume they are of the colonel's DEP...
Professor Blurpstein walked center stage of the University Auditorium. Shuffling through his notes attached to a clipboard, as he approached the podium. He waved his hand and a crew of stagehands rolled a large veiled object on to the stage. Dr. Amber, Professor Blurpstein's assistant was right behind him. Her bubbly smile, short smock and skirt was drawing...
In God we trust, YOU pay cash. All characters are adults. ***** 'The Yukon Yankee Yodeler' wasn't high on my list of movies I wanted to see but my target was Canadian, and that's where he led me. He sat close to the screen, I sat behind and across the aisle from him. I was steeled for two hours of boredom. But it didn't happen. An hour before show time t...
"No man but a blockhead ever wrote, except for money." Samuel Johnson (1709-1784) Once again I find myself in the position of being a mere scribe, presenting a story which I purchased with three very expensive drinks at an airport bar. I never met the protagonist before nor do I know his real name. There was something in his eye that said not to ask too m...
The insane author, Jenny Jackson, sat on a bench near the corner of 39th and 7th Avenue in New York with a yellow legal pad across her knees. The swirling snowflakes of late December danced at her feet as she watched her character, the Private Eye, Harry Dick, across the street. Harry was dressed as a Santa Claus bell-ringer. Ding-a-ling-a-ling-a-ling... J...
Dame Sara Illou, Knight of the Land, strode into the warehouse district with Jayson. It was already mid-afternoon and the place was packed with people. The crowds parted for a member of the City Watch and a Knight of the Land, however, but Sara hoped they did not draw too much attention. Yet she could do nothing about that now. Instead she walked briskly on...
Michael Fielding was a strange duck his peers all agreed. He had manners, a superior intelligence, could think on his feet, analyze a problem and decide on a course of action faster than anyone they knew. He was handsome, fit and had that something that caused men to follow his lead and women to flock to his side. He was the man many other men liked but hate...
Author's Note: This chapter hopefully gets into the action a bit faster, but it's still something of a slow-burner. Also, this piece works fine on its own, but it's probably best to read the first chapter, or a lot of this won't make much sense. Much appreciated. Cheers. ************** I blinked, took a deep breath, and ran a hand through my hair as I trie...