It was almost a textbook case of how not to communicate, Styles thought, trying to maintain his detachment. In his long career as a Hong Kong communications consultant he had not seen anything like it.
Mega’s Chief Executive had begun the press briefing on the company’s results reasonably … view
And so, the sexual assaults continued.
The police did their part, but it was not the part that the law called for. They did all they could, but still, protest persisted.
Eventually, the cops hauled in Huge. That name was the only one anyone alive knew for him — even … view
I open my eyes and watch the tiny feet do their little dance under the door. I squeeze my eyes shut, open them again, and watch an exact replay. One more time to be sure. I close and open my eyes, and the third performance lets me know all is … view
“Thomas,” said Richie. “It’s a good sound. I like it: it suits you. What do you think, Olivia?”
“I think it’s wonderful.” Thomas could see her breasts swaying under the purple velvet robe. Maybe that was it. “And your new look absolutely suits you. It’s like, a … view
Showtime, thought David as he crested the hill. Through the faceplate and the shimmering waves of heat coming off the broken concrete, he could see the half-collapsed bridge. A faded red flag hung from a pole tied to the middle support; as it moved in the breeze, he … view
Angie took another sip of beer before replying. “You have to understand, I haven’t even seen Emily in, like, a year. And I didn’t know her that well. She was … always really nice. As in, polite. Not high-maintenance: she was a vegetarian, but one time there was … view
Think of several billion individuals as distinct hairs on one head spontaneously falling into a perfect beehive hairdo and staying that way over time without spraying or combing and you get the big picture Charlie sees when he tries to imagine what Sheriff Joe Bob Stone of Pickens County, … view
Amber Nicole Brooks
The year was 1945. The young Victoria woke before Jeffrey. Daylight created only a thin outline around the edges of the vermilion brocade curtains, which meant she sometimes slept far later than she intended. The second story of the house was dark despite its vastness. The curtains … view
I was sure she was pissed off, but I thought I could, maybe, let it ride and she would forget all about it. Her text to me after I got out of AP English that afternoon proved that she was pissed pretty bad and my chances of letting … view
Some of my dreams recur. This recurrence is not random but linked to events in my life at a given period of time. I will not have a particular dream for years and then this dream will recur. The recurrence is not always exact but individual iterations are always close … view