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Back in my day we had something called manners. If you asked for something you said please and if you received it you said thank you. Now it seems people misuse manners like it’s a command. You say please passively-aggressively like you’re annoyed at having to ask in the first place, and say thank you as though what you’re asking for is a done deal before I have given any thought or consent. And that’s the trouble with you lot in this workplace; you assume everybody is a willing participant in this corporate machine because we are desper...
Submitted to Contest #79
Lancelot sat on the porch, fanning himself from the early summer heat. Sweat excreted between his brow, over the ridge of his manly nose, over his philtrum, moistened his juicy, warm lips, slid down his smooth chin, licked his salty neck, dribbled over his bare chest and snaked its way towards his unbearably orgasmic belly into the warm furnace of his groin. It was so hot. He eyed Guinevere inside the house, vacuum-cleaner in one arm, newborn son in the other. “Lance, can you take Merlin for a while while I finish the housework?” she a...
Submitted to Contest #76
Warning: This story contains themes about suicide. Ralph Biggins woke in a cold sweat, convulsing uncontrollably, gasping for air, petrified he was about to choke. Not here, not like this, he begged the universe, struggling to breathe. In a few short hours, morning would come and steal another part of his life away. He would have to confront his corporate prison. And he would have to confront Her. ****** She was menacing, condescending and deplorable. She never said a nice word about anyone, unless it profited her situation. She wanted...
Submitted to Contest #34
Writers on the storm….writers on the storm…into this world we’re born….into this world we’re thrown…You used to love listening to the Doors on a rainy day while working on your freelance articles, always appropriating the lyrics to writers on the storm….how romantic!For three decades you commentated on every kind of natural disaster, epidemic and moment in time that shook the world, including the outbreak of AIDS, September 11, the Boxing Day Tsunami and the passing of Princess Diana. You always wrote from the comfort of your own home or a n...
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