Humor
Gunar Vaslovic and the Credit Card
“Hey! Can we get some service over here?” Nancy stopped combining A.1. bottles and rushed over to Table 25. The blonde in the see-through blouse disentangled herself long enough from her date to pout at Nancy. “This Coke is flat,” she commented, shoving her glass at the server.
By Kathleen Youmans5 years ago in Fiction
Ralph's Shoe Store
My name is Gordon Bradshaw. I’ve lived in this city for fifteen years; I’m a professor at the university here. But it was only recently that I made quite the startling discovery about this quaint little town. When I found out, I was absolutely beside myself. I had no idea such a thing was going on in this seemingly innocent little town! Well...innocent apart from all the muggings. But still, I was shocked to discover that such a thing had been going on all this time, and I had not been any the wiser.
By Frank Macaluso5 years ago in Fiction
A Response to a Troll Doll Thief
There's a saying on Wall St that sums up very concisely what mistake you made but also should be a reality check for you if you're going to continue trying these shady underhanded "highway" jobs; which are the main reason why people don't like to deal in the "free zone" of FB.
By Barb Snodgrass5 years ago in Fiction
Zoey & Katy
The uniform is the worst part of the job: starched button-up, stiff, itchy collar. It’s wet in no time, heavy with the salty drops that fall off the back of my head. The bowtie around my neck is too tight and soon it is also soaking wet. The black polyester slacks trap heat and sweat in the space between my balls and ass crack.
By Riya Anne Polcastro5 years ago in Fiction
Study Hard
Once thrust into the unfamiliar arena he waited motionless, allowing her heavily shadowed eyes the time they needed to take him in, even as his own took her in. They locked-in, her eyes did, gazing with the alertness a bored house-cat gives to a new rubber mouse, or to any other diversion, no matter how slight. At the same time, his were noticing that her lips were the same dark, grotesque shade of purple as her eyes, and her hair too, but for the bright pink streak fanning out through her bangs.
By Charles T. Morris5 years ago in Fiction
Make Way for the IT Professional
I was back at my desk in the research lab when someone I vaguely recognized from upper management burst in through the door. Her dry cleaned shirt was pristine and her high heeled pumps shone like beacons of opulence, but her expression was stricken. I looked up instinctively at the intrusion and she was upon my desk in a flash, as I was the unfortunate soul who sat closest to the door.
By Leigh Victoria Phan, MS, MFA5 years ago in Fiction
