It was three o’clock in the afternoon of January 17th 1995. Dick Daverin was sitting in his office, reading the newspaper. The office was like the FBI building with buildings nearby. Dick Daverin sat reading the newspaper and thinking. A man in a suit came into the room. “Dick! Just the guy I’ve been looking for!” “You have?” Dick put the newspaper aside. “What can I do for you?” “Is the door shut?” “Yes. Why?” “I have some important information for you,” the Gov Man said. “What information?” “About business.” Dick looked at the Gov Man for a moment. “Meet me at this address on this paper.” The Gov Man handed Dick a folded piece of paper and left. Two hours later, Dick met
He uncomfortably smirked at the prospect of Hardwood’s receptionist finding his dead body with his erect dick in hand.
“You know, you haven’t been out much lately. Hand-cuffed to your computer and probable-prison-pen-pal.” Dick winced a smile. “This’ll be good for you. Meet some of the local competition, eat someone else’s caviar, speak to real live women who aren’t in prison. Sample what Neptune, California has to offer you, man.”
As I’ve grown up I don’t remember a time in which reading was enforced. Maybe only once or twice my parents would make me read the Spanish newspaper but that was it. I grew up to be in 3rd grade when my neighbor suggested that I read to her every day after school. That’s when I learned how to be expressive in my reading. Getting out of the habit of skipping the crucial period pauses and taking my time without being so monotone.
What does that even say? Is that a 6 or an 8? Geez, I really need glasses. I raise my hand.
It was August and I went to the pet store to get a new dog. My previous dog ran away and I never saw him again. I knew this was going to be the dog because it was my third dog now so I know exactly how to train them. I showed the nice lady which one I wanted and she got me it. It was a really little chiwowa. I named him Paco because it rhymes with taco.
The voice drifted into the man’s consciousness, forcing him to open his eyes. Blinking he forced himself to focus on his surroundings. Strapped to the passenger seat he dangled across the cab, hanging into the driver’s side, which had mostly been torn away by the wall the vehicle was against. No, not a wall, the ground. He shook his head. The vehicle was on its side, crumpled with windows smashed and scattered across the cab. Blood was dripping past his face too. He reached up to the pain throbbing through his head and touched something sticky. Pulling his hand away coated in red he realized where the blood was dripping from.
“Anyways, there was a job done on the Leggett family in San Francisco. I’ve sent for your two dick friends to help you out on this one. Do me right on this job detective. Now get out of my sight.”
As the lights dim, the curtain slowly raises on the city of Missoula. We settle back in our comfortable rocking chairs, When trout stepped from the curb, he was more or less a 100 feet from the crosswalk. As luck would have it, at the same time the light at the corner turned green. A 2016 GMC Sierra Denali HD spun its rear wheels as it rocketed forward. From its large stereo speakers C.W. McCall's 'Wolf Creek Pass' was blaring, “…..............with a thousand cubes in a nineteen-forty-eight Peterbilt screamed to life. We woke up the chickens.” As trout stumbled across the center line of the street, The young cowboy behind the wheel of the pick-up, slammed on the binders and locked up all four wheels. The blast from
As I turn the page of the book my eyes dart towards my clock and I realize I’ve spent hours reading. Soon I can feel my eyes yearning for sleep and I close my book. As I lie in bed I think of the countless ideas that were unraveled as I was reading. The thought of being in the main character’s shoes fascinates me. As all of these possible outcomes run through my mind, I am welcomed into a deep slumber.
Trevor’s eyes widened as a surge of energy flooded his body. The small figure wasn’t a figment of his imagination after all. Just when elation threatened to overwhelm him, reality crushed it.
Tossing and turning she felt as if someone was grabbing onto her. Her heart pounded faster and faster. Her mind rushed to the thought of dieing. She opened her eyes relieved that it was all over. It was only a dream right? Nothing to be worried about she thought. She tried to sit up but found that her arms and legs could not move, they had been strapped down to the bed. Her heart started to race again. She knew that she wasn't asleep anymore. This was real. She tried to scream but her throat was too sore, so all that came out was a little squeal. She tried to kick and free her arms from the straps but they were too tight to get loose. There was a small thump sound near the closet which startled her. Looking over to the dark corner of her room
“You should really try that cologne I got you. Your gasoline musk is a delight, but it’s been bleeding into the furniture,” Leila giggled at her own teasing, “I’m starting to wonder if you’ve been bringing your work back here with you.” She was always trying to joke when she thought Mack was becoming upset, and his frequent hair ruffling had not gone unnoticed. Leila was the personification of cider, warm and bubbly, but despite the good nature he loved about her, or rather, all of the women Mack tried to make himself fall in love with, she too would not understand his plight. He smiled carefully and his stress habit was about to be repeated before he dropped his hand onto the empty couch cushion beside him. It had begun to smell like a car
“Amarante! I found you!” a voice I knew well drew my attention away for a second, and when I looked back, the girl was gone, leading me to believe I was imaging things. It had been a stressful day with a lot happening at once, and it was about to get worse.
I sat on a metal chair in an overheated interview room of a run-down police station in the Lower East Side of New York. A dimly visible clock, showed the time as 6 am. I'd been awake for more than twenty-two hours. Tired, dirty and in need of a shave, I fidgeted uncomfortably in the chair.
They both reply without any hesitation,”Yes please,” Their order came almost right away, Jim knew something smelled a little fishy tonight. They paid the bill and as the server came over to our table to collect the check someone from the kitchen bolted out, he seemed very angry. The two police walked out calmly behind them and went to the cruiser, they saw the man get into his car and speed away, he drove down Flying pan road to the right. The police went left to the station.