Stories tagged “story”

  • Chicago Chronicles Part 6

    Illyana silently congratulated herself on retaining Diana. Smart, aggressive, and loyal were hard qualities to find in one package. “Diana, I need you to fly to D.C., and meet with the Prince there,” “But-“ Illyana waved her dismissively. ...

  • Chicago Chronicles Part 7

    The gang members body lay where it fallen from the gunshot. Only sixteen years old, Terrence never thought he would be shot in the head at midnight, miles away from his parents house in the suburbs. He didn’t even smoke. It was supposed to be an init...

  • Chicago Chronicles Part 8

    I had been awakened sometime in the afternoon by a call from a possible employer. My room was dark, but my internal clock told me it was far too early for any respectable speed freak to be up. “This had better be important goddamnit! How did you get...

  • Chicago Chronicles Part 9

    “That self indulgent little cunt!” Illyana stormed around her office, on the verge of frenzy. “Do you have any idea how many times I’ve sacrificed for him? And he has the audacity to ask me to loan his shell company twenty million dollars befor...

  • Chicago Chronicles Part 10

    “The Caves”, as they were known on Campus, were a series of pits, alcoves, and hideaways which ran along the river and were used for parties and hooking up. Elimelech was reminded of the region along the Afghanistan/Pakistan border. The places to h...

  • War for Minneapolis Part 1

    Gabriel shuddered against the biting wind of the Minneapolis night. No matter how often he stayed here he never quite got used to the weather. He heard that the summers were almost brutally hot. Of course, to the undead, any amount of sunlight was term...

  • War for Minneapolis Part 2 (Mature)

    Fuck this rat-hole. A sense of superiority permeated Ghengis’s movements as he made his way down the snowy streets of Downtown Minneapolis. Even though he had never been here before, he was sure that nothing from or around this place would ever ...

  • Mama Said So

    You knew to never ask why you couldn’t go. You knew you would find something to do if you just stayed home. The cut on your knee, you knew would heal. The lightening bolts resounding outside your bedroom window late into the night you knew woul...

  • War for Minneapolis Part 3

    “What do you want Jinko?” Tyler was tired. Strands of blonde hair fell in front of her eyes as she fell back into the black leather recliner that she considered to be her ‘thinking chair’. “Sire, I thought you should know...

  • Laura en la mañana

    Mauro despierta y ve a Laura en la ventana, sus pies recogidos sobre el taburete y sus brazos sobre los vidrios. Laura no hace ningún gesto mientras Mauro se alista desordenadamente por la habitación, pero cuando abre la puerta se levanta y camina do...

  • The Lonely Flight

    She looked at her watch for the tenth time in five minutes. Where could he be? The lobby was clearing of the travelers. He didn’t come off the plane, she panicly thought. Did he get on the plane in the first place? Was anyone there to see him off...

  • What is 'The Torrenge'?

    “-what they do. You will never hear a liberal admit when they’re wrong, because honesty is just anti, anti…well anti-what they believe-“ “That’s what I’m saying, and to hear these people whine-“ Click. Sweating, dark. Hazy picture,...

  • Remembering Our Present

    I still had a few minutes before I had to leave, so I decided to see what was happening in the world. Murder, murder, rape, murder, dog-show, murder. Good times. The cable news channels were busy running the top story which featured the sixth anniversa...

  • Paranoia at the Bad Waitress

    At this point I realized I was pouring sweat. This woman comes out of nowhere and hits on the very medicine I’ve been using all evening? Would chance allow this sort of thing, or was this some low grade sting set up by one of the security compani...

  • Minneapolis by Night

    She got up in a more dignified manner than this place was used to seeing, turned and walked out the door. I was now alone with my coffee and once again wishing for the comfort of just one shot of Belvedere. Missing person. Naive wife. A trip down to Br...

  • The Reception

    “For those who don’t know, justice drives me: always has,” I said. “Hierophant Black didn’t murder my parents, nor was I rocketed from a distant world just before it blew up, leaving me the sole survivor.” Nervous gl...

  • All in the family (Mature)

    I am perched on the edge of a seat that doesn’t want me, three legs shorter than the fourth. I am not a natural born pessimist, I believe in good things. Good things for good people, it’s just that I’m not good people. The preceding events ag...

    • Author: Copernicus
    • Posted about 5 years ago.
    • 4 out of 5
  • Lenses

    “Everyone’s mind skips like a bad record sometimes.” Her mother used to say that whenever Alice stammered or misremembered a word. The last time she’d used the cliché was the day she’d been admitted to Cottonwood Oaks. &#...

  • Fad of Life

    “It’s just a fad,” I whispered. For some reason my voice resonates when I am in church. “What is,” queried the woman looking confused and teary. “Life. “Life is not a fad,” her hackles snapped into action. “Yes. Yes it is. It comes an...

    • Author: Copernicus
    • Posted about 5 years ago.
    • 4 out of 5
  • What Would Jesus Write? (Mature)

    “Wait a sec,” I interrupted. “I thought you were the publisher. Isn’t your company called ‘Bristol Publishing’?” “Well yes, we have that capability, but our main source of business here is the actual prod...

  • New to this.

    Thinking to myself, I’ve only notice this new and exciting feeling for only a while. How could I manage this, I had no one. I was the only one from before in this hell hole, so how could I? For years I’ve remember always having someone to l...

    • Author: Paz
    • Posted about 5 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Unknown Knowledge

    Six in the morning the phone rang at the Patterson residents. A very unhappy full grown mand stood in the doorway of his bedroom, looking rather unhappy and half asleep. As he made his way down the hallway of his home, he tripped over a plastic toy cur...

    • Author: Paz
    • Posted about 5 years ago.
  • On The Couch Again

    I’m not sure how I was the one who ended up on the couch this time. Her point was well made. Mine was even better, so I thought. I might have had a few indiscrepancies with my story. She didn’t have to ask for so many details. It didn’...

  • Red

    Too many fractures; the air couldn’t help but slowly seep from my suit. Granddad always told me my temper would get the best of me just before getting down the old, leather belt. The fire in his eyes terrified me more than the fury of God, Himsel...