Stefan Latimer
Bio
I am a Paramedic and Firefighter, Fiction enthusiast and Science Buff, and Jack of all Interests. I mainly write fiction but I have been known to pen an opinion on occaision.
Stories (8/0)
To-go Order
Ash danced in the air like leaves in fall. Gently drifting back down to earth, only to rise again on clouds of sparks highlighting the currents of hot air. My skin felt like it had been roasted over hell's barbecue pit. The devil must like his meat well done. My head lolled off to the left in response to the sharp cracking sounds of the building's main supports burning up and giving way. To bad, the place actually had passable Chinese food. Nothing like the real deal,but better than most of the knock offs in america. That was small town quality at its finest.
By Stefan Latimer3 years ago in Fiction
Bra-support, Tech-support for bras
When it comes to women's clothing, there are two complaints to stand out above all. That there are no pockets and there's never a bra that fits properly. And while I'm all for male/female/non-binary pocket equality, the fact that most women don't know how to get a good bra in their size is a societal failing. Couple things that we're going to go over are what a bra is supposed to do, how the sizing works, and should you wear your bra full time.
By Stefan Latimer3 years ago in Lifehack
Outpost
I had to shoulder the thick wooden door to get it to open. The blizzard took it's chance to look inside and set the whole room into chaos and motion. Heavy iron pans and lids rattled lazily on the wall while flurries of snow spun through the air in whirls. The roar of the wind and snow stopped abruptly once I swung the door closed, tight in it's wooden frame.
By Stefan Latimer3 years ago in Fiction
How to Hack
How to hack So recently, I was looking for a desktop computer cause my laptop kicked the bucket. A friend of mine offered an older desktop that came with the very common yet not at all helpful phrase 'I don't know what's wrong with it, it got a virus or something.'
By Stefan Latimer3 years ago in Lifehack
Keepsakes
My curls flew around my face as the fan on my desk blew warm summer air around my room. I fished them away with my hand and looked at the auburn brown hair that you always loved. I'd just as soon chop it off but it made you smile and play with it. I tucked it behind my ear and bent down to pick up the book we'd read last summer in the weeks between sending our letters.
By Stefan Latimer3 years ago in Fiction
Marching band
I hate those nights where it feels like my head has just barely hit the bed before the sounds of camp life roused me, telling me it was time to get up. The sad part is that I've been having more nights like that than restful ones. It's getting harder and harder to remember what the feeling of having a sense of ease and comfort and being able to sleep till the warmth of the day touches my face was like. I haven't felt warm in forever.
By Stefan Latimer3 years ago in Horror
