Tina D'Angelo
Bio
G-Is for String is now available in Ebook, paperback and audiobook by Audible!
https://a.co/d/iRG3xQi
G-Is for String: Oh, Canada! and Save One Bullet are also available on Amazon in Ebook and Paperback.
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Stories (155/0)
BARE HUNTER
I flopped onto the bed and repeated my sleep mantra, ‘Just following orders, just following orders, just following orders,’ until the meds mercifully let me drift off to my battleground of dreams. Wrapping the black turban’s tail closer to my face, I hid behind the rubble of a newly fallen landslide. It was a perfect position to watch the quiet, dusty village below. The 93-degree weather was drying out my eyes, as I tried to adjust the monocle for a close-up of the target’s house. Swiping my hand over them to clear the sand and dust, I caught a slight motion in the courtyard below.
By Tina D'Angeloabout a month ago in Chapters
BARE HUNTER
Saturday in VA I found an impossible-to-find parking spot on Ohio Drive SW and hoofed it over the Arlington Memorial Bridge. Captain Howard was hard to miss, waiting for me in uniform. Since my time in the Corps, he had advanced a few grades. Now a 2-star general, he stood at ease near the Arlington National Cemetery Welcome Center. I suddenly felt naked or at least underdressed.
By Tina D'Angeloabout a month ago in Chapters
BARE HUNTER
-Friday- Even the combination of Paroxetine and Zoloft couldn’t keep the night terrors at bay. I kept hearing rifle rounds, bang, bang, bang, one after the other, and seeing puffs of red mist in the distance: two taller ones and four closer to the ground. I woke up with tears running down my face. My throat was raw from screams in my sleep.
By Tina D'Angeloabout a month ago in Chapters
BARE HUNTER
When I got home, I checked the invisible tape on the front and back doors before entering. No one had messed with my apartment while I was gone. The first time in days I didn’t need to overload meds to fall asleep. I chugged a liter of OJ, brushed my teeth, and passed out, exhausted from the day.
By Tina D'Angeloabout a month ago in Chapters
BARE HUNTER
The rest of the afternoon crawled by with a pile of financials needing attention. I laughed while looking through a column of numbers and saw Crane Brand- units (17) – White Porcelain- Standard floor model 00871—toilets = $645.59 per unit. on a sheet from the Pentagon.
By Tina D'Angeloabout a month ago in Chapters
BARE HUNTER
God damned Becca. Today, of all days. she has to pull her shit on me. Why couldn’t she disappear and leave me alone? Maybe I’ll start paying for ass instead of dating. It's so complicated and messy. We dated for like, what, six or seven weeks and she thought I was going to fucking marry her or something? I popped a Paroxetine, a Zoloft, and an Advil before hitting the rack, hoping I had enough meds in me to keep the nightmares away.
By Tina D'Angeloabout a month ago in Chapters
What People Don't See
I recently submitted a rather distasteful story to the manuscripts section of a writer’s site, similar to Medium, planning to expand the story to book length. A memoir of pain and other mistakes. Various responses were received; some puzzled, some troubled, and others understood the message behind the story, which was authentic and recalled vividly in the harshest of terms.
By Tina D'Angeloabout a month ago in Confessions
BARE HUNTER
Chapter 7 On the way home, I stopped at Burger King and ordered a couple of Whoppers and a drink from the drive-thru. Shoving them into my mouth as I drove, I went over the conversation with Greg line by line. IT might be dirty. Couldn’t call in officials, like cops, or FBI because we handled government accounts. Our company would be toast if there were any questions about our air-tight security system. He wanted me to set up surveillance on the IT department. Where? How? Who were these dudes he trusted to run whatever I set up? So many questions and not enough answers.
By Tina D'Angelo2 months ago in Chapters
BARE HUNTER
Chapter 6 Instead of firing me, Greg offered me a promotion and a raise and invited me to lunch to discuss improving our accounting methods. At eleven, Greg showed up at my desk. I closed my laptop and locked papers in my top drawer before getting up. We handled sensitive material for several large government agencies, and things had to be kept private. One slip, and we could lose all of the government business.
By Tina D'Angelo2 months ago in Chapters
BARE HUNTER
Chapter 4 Sandy had left about a dozen texts on my phone during the day. I had turned off notifications from her a few weeks ago, as it was getting on my nerves. I figured I could always catch up with her demands of the day when I got home from work. They were the typical, “Did you send the check out yet? I have to pay the babysitter and I’m out of cash. “You can’t take Timmy next weekend, my parents will be in town,” and so on. Why couldn’t all women be like Phyllis? Easy with no strings attached.
By Tina D'Angelo2 months ago in Chapters
BARE HUNTER
Chapter 5 Cop cars were lined up in front of the Closing Time Bar & Grille when we arrived for Phyllis’s nightcap. A sour taste crept into my throat and my stomach threatened to lob its alcoholic contents into my lap. “Come on, Phyllis, let’s find somewhere else. This is creepy as hell,” I said.
By Tina D'Angelo2 months ago in Chapters