This story is specifically aimed at Ray Drouillard. Remember, Ray, revenge is a dish best served at sea.

Note: I can handle voting and comments on this piece. It's only fair since Ray posted a story about me. :p

Girls Lie Too
by Barbara Lynn Terry

Get up, David. There's a policeman at the door, and he says he needs to speak with you."

"Huh," I said sleepily, wondering why mother was waking me up.

"There's a policeman at the door, and he needs to talk to you."

"Why does he want to talk to me?"

"He wouldn't tell me, he just said he needs to speak with you."

It all started this morning. I was resting on the heater, letting the warmth soak into my fur and flesh. I had been well fed had just finished grooming myself, and was thoroughly enjoying not doing anything at all. One of my humans, the girl, was moving about the room, seeming to be almost floating. She picked up something here, put it down there, came by for quick scritchie, moved along to move something else. This human seemed obsessed with placing things in other spots.. Silly humans, but what can one do?

This is not autobiographical, mostly. I wrote this to see if I could write a story with no dialog and have it be good. It's a story, it has no dialog but I leave it to you to tell me if it is good or not.

Maid Joy

It felt like hearing nails on a chalkboard all the time. There was something fundamentally wrong with the whole world and I didn’t know how to fix it.

I hadn't intended on entering the All Souls Day contest, but, on the very last day, I realized that I had a partially written story that fits.

It can kind of stand by itself, but it can also be continued -- if there is sufficient interest.

A cruel twist of fate turns an elderly man's dream invention into a nightmare machine.

WARNING: Here's a story that I had to write for Halloween. Sorry if it horrifies you but it is a horror story after all. Beware!

Peter is down on his luck but that is about to change due to a Fairy Godmother and a plastic pail of candy!

George Baker looked at the newspaper clipping in his hand, just to confirm the address.

He walked down the busy street, passing various shops on the way to his destination. As he walked, he reflected on things.

The mud fought me for every step, grasping and pulling at my legs, as I fled for my life.

Payback is a b........ Well, that's what they say. Don't they?
Or is "Blood is thicker than water".

Tiny Johnson

A chance meeting... then, again, in different circumstances, a glimpse across a
room brings questions, possibility and longing.
Feelings you were previously unaware of. Although...

Driving to work this morning, the traffic sucked, as it usually does in the Metroplex. I made up some time once I got past the inevitable fender-bender that had slowed everybody down; and arrived at work only a few minutes late. Joe, my supervisor, was waiting for me when I walked in.

“My office, please, Sharon.”

Have you ever been acused of something, anything that you didn't do. Were you punished and how did you react to the punishment? Is it realy as simple as...'He said, she said'

Taught a Lesson
by
BrandieS