- Friday, October 31, 2013, California, just outside of Los Angeles - I finished up my email and closed the laptop. It's getting late, I better go carve the pumpkin and set it out for the kids to see. Why oh why did I ever buy this house out in the burbs? My accountant thought Real Estate would be a great investment for my sudden millions from the stock op...
Author's note: A pirate tale taking place about 100 hundred years before The Black Seas sorta explaining a few things. * The sun crests the horizon casting its long lines across the sea causing it to shimmer like a blanket of diamonds. Malcolm Jacobson stands on the shore taking in the beauty before him. New Providence was a good choice, he decided, to set...
copyright ©2008 All rights reserved. * "Ohhh... Dee-dee-eee!" I stand in the gangway looking up, sandwiched between two walls of pitted common brick, ancient rain eroded concrete under my feet. I ball my hands into fists, take a big breath and call again, "Oh... Dee... Dee-EEEE!" I am barely four years old. Deedee might be even younger. I listen intentl...
"The FHA inspector's here for your meetin', Hal," said the secretary over my cell phone. I was away from the office, checking on foundation work done that week in a 100 home government-funded housing development my company was building in Tennessee for victims displaced by Gulf Coast hurricanes. This was the third Friday meeting I'd had with the inspector...
"Oh, you have a home game, I thought it was away..." She seemed disappointed. "You don't have to come, you don't get that many nights off. I can pick you up after, or just call..." "No, I'll come. I don't like watching basketball. I like watching you." "What you like about me playing basketball and no one else?" "You're like a little military man down th...
Reno had made himself a comfortable perch toward the back of the dance floor in a convenient place beside the bar. He was lounging in the seat, his back pressed and chilling against the block wall. Things hadn't picked up yet, but the night was very young. He preferred to get to the club early and score a table, have a couple of drinks and loosen up to the m...
Note: all characters 18 years of age or older. ---- I was literally opening the door when I heard Marty's voice booming behind me. "Whoa, whoa, whoa. No freaking way." I spun around quickly and batted my eyelashes. "What's wrong?" I asked innocently. "Are you kidding me?" he asked. "There is no way in hell that I'm letting you go to school dressed like...
A/N: I've been inspired to write this when I was listening to the song 'Esta soy yo' by 'El sueño de morfeo', one of my all-time favourites... I just wanted to portray a different perspective on the glamour life that many people crave for. But remember, any of the characters and events herein are entirely fictional. * They said I needed to laugh a little...
(Part 1) LAJORIA Day 1 10:50p.m. (school) Tuesday Rrrriiiinnnnnggggg!!!! The school bell rung to begin first lunch and I grabbed my books and left my Calculus class. I headed downstairs to my locker then to the lunchroom. “LaJoria!” a familiar voice yelled up from behind. I turned around to find Tyrell Isaiah Jordan b.k.a. Black a.k.a. Rell, the school’...
"May I ask you something, Mister Fixxxer?" "Sure." "You still have connection within Thoughts Consolidated, correct?" "Depends..." "I would like for you to inquire about the individual known as Ember Burn." I smiled politely. The rumor connection Ember to TC isn't new... and not all that wrong; I just wondered why a schoolteacher would have need of his...