Love
An Embarrassment
The first time Randy Banks got lucky in his car it left an indelible imprint. It lingered there on the ceiling and proved a constant embarrassment to him. You could look at it and tell right away what had happened. It was worse when you were in the passenger seat because then you had the uncomfortable knowledge it had happened right where you were sitting.
By Gregg Newby5 years ago in Fiction
A New Driver's Guide to Heartbreak
Step one: find a companion to drive with you. At first it will seem as though they’re just driving you places. Worry not, you’re learning from them. You’re watching their every move. You know the exact curvature of their eyelashes. You do not know the name of the street opposite your house. Worry not, you’re learning.
By Addison J Fulton5 years ago in Fiction
Break Away
The spotlights dimmed and the ring of the amplified instruments died. Lightning jumped off the side of the small stage and walked back to the converted bathroom that served as their dressing room for the night’s performance. He was bathed in sweat, his clothes stuck to him as if he’d been in a rainstorm.
By L. Lane Bailey5 years ago in Fiction
Tales of Eric of Sormac
Eric was suffocating. The waves of the Great River Corrib kept pulling him under. Try as he might he could not get his bearings under the heavy waves. Every moment he came up for air lasted seconds before another cold wave dragged him back to the stony bottom.
By Victoria Blitz5 years ago in Fiction
The war for love.
One second, two seconds, three seconds four. Tick tock tick tock consumes Tom Barnes’s mind - echoing with a thud to his skull every beat. Sweat drips down the side of his face as he watches the prolonged hands of the clock move to that sweet sweet 5.00 pm release from the office. "Get me out of here! Get me out of here!" Yelled the seemingly never-ending mantra in his mind. He could feel the agitation building within the air as his co-workers desperately rushed around him to finish their final jobs of the week. Tom could almost see the words, "I need a vacation,” tattooed on their foreheads. The cigarette he had been smoking burns his fingers and snaps him into his reality - his supervisor's towering figure looking down on him.
By India Grant5 years ago in Fiction
