Antoinette L Brey
Bio
I am an elder in a time of freedom. I am now retired. All i want to do is have fun. Without a daily routine, my imagination is one of my only salvations. I am not planning on writing a book, it is just for my own pleasure
Stories (233/0)
A ghost
The bank was locked. I saw motionless people inside. Suddenly a heavy bag broke the glass door. A heavyset faceless man crashed through. I stood like a statue. He ran to an awaiting Audi. I could see the young female pretty driver. I'd seen her before. Why would a bank robber be driving an Audi?
By Antoinette L Brey12 months ago in Fiction
Beyond Possibility
Anna looked around for the bird. It kept cawing, but it seemed to be hidden from her view. She caught her breath, she kept imagining that her ex-boyfriend would set the invisible birds upon her. She had kicked him out of the house. He had been sleeping through work, and dealing coke. He had screamed at her 'That he was a very important person. Too important to be discarded". She had laughed. "Important to who?" But with the dreams and her surroundings, she was wondering who he was important to. Was he really too importent to get on the bad side of.
By Antoinette L Breyabout a year ago in Fiction
The Untouchable
Diane saw the light from a lantern moving towards her. She had trespassed on the land. She had not expected to see anyone else here. It was a deserted part of the island. She made her way over to the cave, she had found the last time she was here. She slid a rock, so the cave, in the dusk, was less obvious.
By Antoinette L Breyabout a year ago in Fiction
Free versus Confined
Brenda knew that the logical thing to do, would be to sob. Minutes ago she had seen a death. A young boy, about her age, had been running toward her , on the beach. Suddenly a sleek opal and silver arrow had perched his chest. There was a burst of light as it hit it's mark. The boy's body then disintegrated. It became a mound of sand. All that remained was the arrow., Which she now had in her purse.
By Antoinette L Breyabout a year ago in Fiction
Cycle of Hell
"I am not going to Hell" he screamed. The Holy men said nothing. They were mumbling something under their breaths. It was part of the Holy Cycle to have a evil man given as a gift. The man was supposed to declare that he was evil. The good would be cleansing their land- and be protected by the Gods.
By Antoinette L Breyabout a year ago in Fiction
Saxophone to what?
How had she gotten to this hut? she wondered. In her mind she could still hear the saxophone playing. She had been dancing with the thin muscular young man. His hands had been guiding her around the dance floor. She hardly noticed the crowd. She had been lost in his rhythm. It was all she remembered about last night.
By Antoinette L Breyabout a year ago in Fiction
Heir of the Jungle
She smiled at the Don when she entered. She kissed his hand and handed him the customary gift. He had been trying for months to arrange her visit. She had some excuse. Something about her being family. It would be appropriate for what she thought he wanted to occur. It was what he wanted, so he wasn't going to say it wasn't, and close off the opportunity. He opened the box. It was a man's ivory comb. He gasped at it's beauty. Although it was not customary to give the guest a gift. He had bought her one. He had even purchased it himself. His staff had been surprised. He handed her a medium sized box. She tried not to laugh when she saw it. A two piece. She smiled " I quess we are going swimming." He chuckled "Do you like it? Did I get the size right?" "It's perfect." she replied.
By Antoinette L Breyabout a year ago in Fiction
Cologne
I smelt him entering the room. I tried to hide, but he was not my blind date, he passed me by. I hardly noticed the clean shaven shy man , that smelled of ivory soap and baby powder that approached me. I relaxed with the familiar odor of clean, and turned to him and said hi.
By Antoinette L Breyabout a year ago in Fiction
She thought she knew it all
Anna hung up the phone , certain that her friends fate would not be hers. Her friend Diane had just found out that her husband was gay and was leaving her for another man, She had gone for an aids test , but was confused about how she hadn't sensed anything. They had weekly sex, he didn't seem unattracted. Anna had silently listened, she figured Jerry was bi-sexual but just happened to have a deeper connection with his new partner to be, than he did with Diane.
By Antoinette L Breyabout a year ago in Fiction