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A Female Fantasy
This is my first short story like this. I write a lot of poetry but short stories I do not have nearly as much confidence or skill in. So all I ask is that you be patient and kind in your reaction to it. This is a story of love and sex, which seems to be in my mind quite often lately. Please let me know what you think. Thank you for your time and consideration...
The Ugliest Structure
Mark Twain called the structure I work in, "The ugliest structure in America." I concur. The Dwight D. Eisenhower Chief Place of business isn't the biggest in Washington, D.C., yet its forcing façade causes it to feel as is it. I work for the Workplace of E-Government and Data Innovation. I have a satellite office in the entrails of this monster. Working in this building gives us speedy admittance to both the President and VP on the grounds that they additionally have workplaces here. This entrance might be the reason I'm in this present circumstance, or perhaps it's the task I'm allocated to, or both.
Yahya MahmudPublished about 15 hours ago in FictionThe Ugliest Structure
Mark Twain called the structure I work in, "The ugliest structure in America." I concur. The Dwight D. Eisenhower Chief Place of business isn't the biggest in Washington, D.C., yet its forcing façade causes it to feel as is it. I work for the Workplace of E-Government and Data Innovation. I have a satellite office in the guts of this monster. Working in this building gives us fast admittance to both the President and VP in light of the fact that they additionally have workplaces here. This entrance might be the reason I'm in this present circumstance, or perhaps it's the undertaking I'm alloted to, or both.
Yahya MahmudPublished about 19 hours ago in Fiction- Top Story - May 2024
The first step
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Raider's Grove: Crime Thriller
CHAPTER ONE 4:15 PM. Friday afternoon, another day in dreary Chicago. The streets are flooded with taxi-cabbies and agitated locals. One by one, they scurry about to their homes and offices all while trying to avoid the dreadful weather. The police station is the busiest it’s ever been; the perks are pouring in like rats and calls are blasting the switchboard.
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Karen's coffee sat forgotten, the steam long dissipated, as a cold dread settled in her stomach. The key to their dead mother’s house was supposed to be nestled safely in her bag. But it wasn’t there.
Daniel SullivanPublished 2 days ago in FictionEyes
Officer Blake's eyes narrowed as he stared at the young man he was questioning, a look of disbelief already etched on his face. Danny Mortan's tale was so outlandish that it seemed impossible to be true. Uncertain if he had heard correctly, he asked Danny to repeat himself.
Mother CombsPublished 3 days ago in FictionI'll Teach You
It was a day at work like any other day. I spent two hours wandering around the kitchen, doing my job while listening to music. I was lip syncing "Soldier" by Citizen Soldier. I had a bitchy look from being hot and tired from how warm I was.
Rene PetersPublished 3 days ago in FictionSo Vocal Where's My Refund?
This is a piece of fiction, it could not possibly have happened. It is a humorous diversion. Vocal has not been working properly since Friday
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The stars twinkled brightly as I stepped out of my door. The weather was warm, and there were no clouds in the sky. Tonight, I smiled as I breathed in the fresh air that nighttime brought with it.
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I was in the mood for pie, when I realized I had no dough to buy or make it. Nevertheless, I made my way to Midge's, a little joint just under the L off 86th street. It was starting to turn into a rainy day, and the breakfast crowd had all but cleared out. A booth at the end had an ambiance that meshed with mine. It called out to me for a seat, and I took it up on its offer, a purposeful change from the lonely counters I was used to.
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Pearls are from irritation. Ask any oyster. Or when any guest outlasted their welcome. And I'm irritated. The irony is that while I use this concentric-layered aragonite and calcite to sequester my irritation, it just happens to be on the end of a pistol. To settle my discontent that began small as a grain. That milky white irony is now firmly within my grasp: purposeful, 45-calibred, and well-aimed. It is an iron-clad clasp that is clammy and sweaty.
Gerard DiLeoPublished 6 days ago in Fiction