Series
Hidden In Plain Sight
“Another day, another degree!” President Smith greeted the staff cheerfully as he entered the Kincaid building. In return, he received the regular half hearted smiles and sleepy “good morning sirs” that he had grown accustomed to over the past eight years of running McClaren College. Customary bookbag and steaming mug of chai tea in hand, he strode down the long second floor hallway towards his office. The President’s office was a spacious room with the same dark hardwood floors as the rest of the magnificent old building. The only furniture in the room was his sturdy ornately carved wooden desk, his cabinet full of trinkets and treasures on the far side of the room, and his lavishly comfortable leather reclining thinking chair sitting by the fireplace. There were no chairs for guests, as this office was his private space and he preferred to have meetings of any size in the boardroom on the floor below. Privacy was important, and his many years in management had taught him most employees equated sitting in the bosses office to jumping into the shark tank at the aquarium. They were just asking to be eaten alive. He wanted to provide as low stress of a work environment as possible and is a big believer in the theory that culture starts at the top. He gave high fives for jobs well done, kept the break room stocked with good coffee, brought in donuts on Fridays, and arrived at work the same time as his staff in casual polos and slacks.
By R. S. Bliss4 years ago in Fiction
Rest in Peace, Sweet Camelot
Eddie came in the side door of his small Cape Cod style house; located in the college town of Bridgewater, about 25 miles south of Boston. He bought here, only after he and his high school and college sweetheart, Brenda, decided to live close to their parents and aging grandparents.
By David X. Sheehan4 years ago in Fiction
You're Not Batman
The Signature Lounge, an upscale bar lounge with a killer view of the Chicago city skyline was bustling with the sound of shaken cocktails & excited diners dressed to the nines. There was a certain energy about the bar that let you know you wouldn't be leaving here alone. That was exactly the night John Schubert had in mind as he entered the lounge and grabbed a seat at a small booth for two. He checked his watch briefly just as a cocktail server came over to greet him.
By Brion Cephus4 years ago in Fiction
Hidden In Plain Sight
The alarm buzzed blinking 10:30pm in neon green waking Artemis from a light sleep. She rolled out of bed, covered an unconscious Biscuit’s back up with the comforter, and headed to the bathroom. She turned on the shower to let the water warm up and grabbed a towel off the floor. Sniffing it, she deemed it worthy of another use and hung it up on the bathroom door knob, an easy reach from the shower. Artemis turned on her “Shower” playlist that consisted mostly of girl power anthems and stepped into the pleasantly warm water letting it, and some off key singing, work it’s magic on her fuzzy sleep deprived brain. Four songs later a much more alive Artemis stepped out of the shower. She dried off with the fresh enough towel and quickly blow dried her shoulder length dark hair before pulling it up and tucking into a wig cap. She left the bathroom and dressed in the horrendous pea green maintenance jumpsuit she was required to wear at work. After hastily brushing the long brown wig sitting on top of her dresser, Artemis pulled it on and made sure it was straight before donning her plastic lensed black rimmed glasses and winking at the mirror. Nobody would ever guess that night custodian Stephanie was also pretend college student Artemis.
By R. S. Bliss4 years ago in Fiction
Beneath The Crystal Blue Waters
It is a cold winter in Virginia; school is out for winter break; the campers are off to an exciting start, nestled around an alluring campfire at a local camp in Virginia Beach. Suddenly the camp director asks the camp counselors, “Who has a chilling story to tell?”
By Minister Makeda Ansah4 years ago in Fiction
"Don't Tell Me Twice" Chapter Ten
“So, this is what you do for entertainment around here, huh?” Ziggy inquired, looking around. There was over a hundred people in front of her, clustered in a space around a large barn. A bonfire blazed in the middle of the crowd, and there were a dozen of people sitting on the backs of pickup trucks, taking shots, conversing, and just having fun. The sky was clear, allowing the moonlight to glisten over a small, nearby pond in the distance, and the music and lights that were coming from inside the large barn made it known that someone had transformed the area into their own make-shift stage. “These are all band members?” Ziggy asked, looking back at Spike. The other woman had told her earlier about the hidden music scene, but she had been hesitant to accept the truth in what she said.
By Nicole Higginbotham-Hogue4 years ago in Fiction
