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 “Here we are, you sure you’re up for this?” Cliff looked over at his nephew before climbing out of the small, rusty, Toyota pick-up truck, which liked to shake and burp as the engine was shut off.
        <!--StartFragment--> Terry let the truck complete its death rattle in the driveway before he climbed out. The hot morning breeze lifted his dingy mullet. He grabbed a pair of dark sunglasses from the collar of his stained t-shirt and pla...

<!--StartFragment--> “Friendship should be maintained without any presumption on the ground of one's superior age, or station, or the circumstances of his relatives. Friendship with a man is friendship with his virtues, and does not admit assumptions of superiority.” - Teachings of Confucius <!--EndFragment-->                 Chapter One: Friday, June, 7th 2008 4:43p.m. <!--StartFragment-->      &n...

Hello Ms. Einstein, My story Virtual Heaven would be enjoyed by readers between the age of seven to one-hundred and seven. My intention was to polish it up a bit more before submitting. I send this now because A) I believe it is commercially viable and solely unique B) I have a fascination with Einstein, and since completing the first draft of VH, well over a year ago, I have come to believe in signs and fate. VH is roughly 75,000 words. It is a blend of, The Firm meets The Matrix, laced with...

“Choosing the correct pet is a difficult process. The animal will be spending the entire course of its life with you and your family. They provide loyalty, entertainment, and loads of love.” The salesman said. “All they require is attention and basic upkeep.” He spoke to a younger couple who held hands as they looked into a massive cage. A glass wall comprised the front, the inside was white concrete, a bench ran along the wall, two trees had been planted near the center, and periodic rugs an...

Chapter One: Friday, June, 7th 2008 4:43p.m. Alex Cutler leaned over his desk; his fingers methodically attacked a keyboard. His dark hair hung level with his chin. Gently swaying, highlighting the focus in his eyes as he stared into the thin monitor before him. His office was average in size, offering a fifth floor view of neighboring parking lots and surrounding buildings that make up the northern edge of downtown Chicago. The walls of his office normally would be cluttered with local sport...