The weight was pressing back on him. The tendons in his neck were as tight as guitar strings. His elbows quivered. And then his hands started to move. The sweat caused his grip to

It was a bit early for someone to be banging on the front door. I hurried down the stairs,hair still dripping from the shower,and turned the latch.

Punctuation can hurt! Especially when Big Bubba does it! He closes his statements with a kielbasa sized finger hard into your chest. A question? He hooks his hand behind your neck.

Li's mother had gone to protect the honor of the family, but as his brother, in order to protect the family name. When the queen fell in love with "him"-Li's life with the princess

Snow fell, igniting her alabaster skin and coal black eyes with a fire unseen since our kiss. The trouble beneath faded away as her tongue caught a snowflake. Winter loved her as I

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He sat there beaming at me, glowing in the dark with sweat and wide pupils. "How can you know unless you try?" I smirked, wondering how many times that line had worked.

Before I turned 30 I had one last thing to do. When I turned onto Cottage Lane, the last person I expected to see was

Once upon a time, there was a girl that had a pink cow. The cow's name was Tinkerbell, and it was her best friend. The girl and Tinkerbell did everything together!

The purple doubloon hit me in the eye. MAN, I love Mardi Gras! All dat Cajun food, nekkid folk everywhere & the drinkin'! Only ting: Ain't no place to pee on Mardi Gras Day.

The telephone rang. He picked it up. Bad news. He was clueless as to what course of action needed to be taken. He had never been exposed to such a shock before. He was paralised.

Treaties signed, the president walked down the hall. Y2k had gone well and the American people were worried about almost nothing. The budget surplus and economic prosperity were

'Thank you, sir.' the nurse said, and tucked the vials of samples in the tray. The sound of running feet made them look round. 'Whatever you do, nurse, don't let him

It was a win/lose, do or die situation. Praying to the Lottery Gods, he clenched his last five bucks with his arthritic

The crates held everything that was important to him. The rooms were empty and waiting to be vacated and he'd stuffed what was left of his family into the crates. His new life'd be

Delivering a corpse was out of the question, but re-animating a shredded body full of shrapnel was too rich for his pay grade. He nodded once before drifting across the center line

Wrapping paper tubes leaned against the boxes of books. He'd written a book that was well reviewed, but sold only a hundred copies. Everyone on his list would get his book, but

Oh No! Here comes dirty Dick in his dirty dirt dump truck! Splatch!

Around 10:30 am, I picked Cassandra up outside her apartment in north Seattle. I’d used her car the night before to scope out the place in Renton we were meeting at noon.

I think he was in love with her.