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Quit day job; twelve years premature.

Quit day job. Twelve years prematurely.

“Here we are, you sure you're ready?” Cliff looked over at his nephew before climbing out of the small Toyota pick-up truck, which liked to shake and burp as the engine shut off. Terry let the truck complete its death rattle in the driveway before climbing 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 placed them over his eyes. He took a moment to examine the home in front of him. The small A-frame house s...

Chapter One: June, 7th, 4:43p.m. Friday 2008 Alex Cutler's dark eyes were focused on a thin monitor; black hair hung to his chin along the sides of his face. His tall frame gently rocked back and forth as his lean fingers attacked the keyboard. His office was average in size, offering a fifth-floor view of neighboring parking lots and surrounding buildings in downtown Chicago, and bare of everything except a pair of padded chrome chairs and an all-glass desk. A box set to the side contained t...

Creating the invisible man. Over a dozen people wearing white labcoats stood at the front of a sterile room. The room had many long tables set parallel to one another with beakers of all shapes and sizes, different colored fluids filled each one. Laptops were positioned every few feet in between; stools on wheels could be seen under the tables. A small table, empty besides a lone beaker the size of a normal glass filled with a florescent orange fluid; encased in a thick clear plastic case sa...

This was the last day of school. Next year we would be freshman at Tillman High. It was a perfect day to start summer, the skies were cloudless, birds chirped, squirrels darted from tree to tree. "Two more minutes Jim," A boy said. “Great,” I replied, with such lethargic sarcasm I almost fell asleep. Students bounced all over the classroom. I sat with my head down, my dirty black hair hung on either side, hiding my acne-filled face. I tugged on some strings that hung from my jeans - careful ...

The sun had recently gone down, cooling the night air. Philip breezed through the double glass doors to his hotel and waved with a smile to the front desk clerk, then turned and headed toward the elevator. This hotel was one Philip had used for years. The suites here had two room, and comparably it was a great price at $389 a night. The lobby was coated in marble floors and pillars. Art work covered the walls. Large vases decorated the floor. The door to the elevator was the standard gold. H...

I woke up on a dingy cloth couch, scratched the thick scruff formed on my face. The smell of my body odor filled my nostrils, the taste of vomit and vodka glued inside my mouth. I headed to the can, straddled the pisser and grabbed my hidden penis from below a fat mass of meat and hair, the bumps were out a lot today, a gift from some random cheap hooker couple years back. Pausing for a moment to inspect myself in the dingy mirror, my hand sifted through a metallic ashtray for the largest ci...

Thwump, Thwump, Thwump, Thwump, The bass from the speakers surrounding the dance floor vibrated every bone in Brittany Clark's small tight body. Her silver and pink pumps shuffled around the dance floor. Pharmacist by day, desired hotty by night.(well tonight anyhow) The strobes lights flickered, her knees rose and fell to the beat of the music, her head whipped side to side sending beads of sweat all around. Suddenly she jolted upright, turned, and began walking as fast as she could without...