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 (138/0)
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 2 hours 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 3 hours 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'Angelo2 days 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'Angelo7 days 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'Angelo7 days 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'Angelo7 days 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'Angelo8 days ago in Chapters
Snow Humps, continued
The last thing I remembered was trying to open my eyes and imagining the Buzzard pecking at me and tugging me while staring me down with his beady eyes. I slapped at him, trying to shoo him away, but he was persistent, yanking and pulling at me, lifting me out of the snow drift with his tremendous strength.
By Tina D'Angelo2 months ago in Chapters
Snowhumps continued
The last thing I remember was falling asleep in a soft, white cloud. It was so cozy and warm, I didn't want to move. When I awoke, I saw the Buzzard circling above me, gazing coldly down at me with his beady eyes; plucking and pulling at me, ripping me out of my slumber with persistent attacks.
By Tina D'Angelo2 months ago in Chapters