July 2007 "The Honorable Judge Thornton now residing," the bailiff bellowed. "Case 134298, McGommery vs. Santa Bernardo." "Bailiff?" "Your Honor, two counts of assault and one count of attempted manslaughter...."
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"They won't wake up," a voice crackled over the airwaves. The air once electrified, suddenly, deadened in silence. "The GPS reads the warehouse district, Mytch," Matt spoke. He began buckling the special footwear for Boots, my Labrador. Unlike the country club last night, where we were heading needles potentially puncturing my otherwise unprotected...
17:00 Hrs Eve of 18 Years Ago
Happy hour should be renamed misery hour, for the majority of people who frequent my watering hole daily for the reduced cost of drowning their sorrows. I should know, I hear it all. Willing or not, it goes with the territory. Leading the pack is My Wretched, as I like to call her, who enters my bar at precisely 5:00 PM everyday.
I thought it prudent to give a quick definition of the newer generalized genre of "Creative Non-Fiction." Fiction, based upon our imaginations; thoughts or concepts originating from clips of media attention to stories told by others, all turn to a ...
My eyes popped open by two simultaneous actions. The first, bright sunshine filtered through the slits on the blinds and an annoying radio announcer, much too happy greeting me with ...
'Those Payne children must be the worst in all of BC,' an exasperated Miss Pridham sputtered, desperately needing something to calm her abraded and irritated nerves-never mind sore muscles. She was en route...
“Out of the way!" Brian cried. "Oh, 'tis fun," giggled six-year-old Julie, as the car swung from one lane to another. "Hey Guys! Adults, front and centre," Brian screamed to the others. All at once a number of "people" came to the rescue and...”
