tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-308033182011-08-05T12:11:43.144-07:00Another Long StoryA Collection of Micro-Stories.David-Adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14711139976596418640noreply@blogger.comBlogger131100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30803318.post-8615219463106670552007-01-18T13:34:00.000-08:002007-01-18T13:37:14.815-08:00Apartment B-13Part 2Jeff awoke to the faint vibration eminating from his right pocket. He half-heartedly reached into his pocket for his cell that was causing the nuisance, and succeeded silencing it by pressing a random button on the side of the phone."Go away," he mumbled in the dimming light of the setting sun which just barely shone through the dirty windows. The light irritated his senses David-Adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14711139976596418640noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30803318.post-60062137706864050542007-01-05T13:26:00.000-08:002007-01-05T13:52:45.825-08:00Apartment B-15Part 1Jeff slammed the gray apartment door behind him with all the strength that remained in his aching and tired body. He leaned with his back on the door and his right hand covering the torn skin and sticky blood that smothered the meaty part of his left shoulder. Blood escaped from underneath his hand and trickled down his arm as his weight shifted and he slid to the floor. Tiny David-Adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14711139976596418640noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30803318.post-1160428307915451552006-10-09T14:07:00.000-07:002007-01-05T13:52:36.225-08:00The Enlightened PartyJoseph stared at the television absent mindedly while biting into his sandwich. It was day-time TV. Not worth watching in the slightest, but he always forgot to bring a book or a magazine to read during lunch. He and his coworkers were confined to the network stations, lacking even basic cable, one of life's new necessities. His coworkers, all of them middle aged women, David-Adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14711139976596418640noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30803318.post-1156799047193334262006-08-28T13:08:00.000-07:002007-01-05T13:52:24.030-08:00Mr. Funny ManMalcolm Bennett ran as fast as his stubby little legs could carry him. Sweat dripped from his short, curly black hair down onto his round puffy face. His clothes as well, a pinstriped button-up green shirt and casual black slacks were drenched. Nearly running into a car that was patiently waiting at an intersection, he managed to leap over part of the hood and quickly took a left David-Adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14711139976596418640noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30803318.post-1156541485000270242006-08-25T13:50:00.000-07:002007-01-05T13:52:08.560-08:00There was no doubt in John's mind of the largess of the object blocking his tunnel. And judging from the slight curvature, he had struck merely a fraction of it. John grumbled to himself. Regulations required for the emergency tunnels to be as straight as possible. He couldn't just dig around it, and it might take him at least another week to create a new path. He turned around and prepared to David-Adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14711139976596418640noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30803318.post-1153945926290162582006-07-26T13:12:00.000-07:002007-01-05T13:51:52.268-08:00Johnny and the God MachineThree-hundred years into the future, the best prime real-estate was not to be found on Earth's once pristine shorelines, nor the sprawling country sides. Both terrains had become far too overdeveloped and stagnant for the market. The new 'it' that brought the greatest returns on peoples' investments is now land on moon, both on the lunar surface and underground. John David-Adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14711139976596418640noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30803318.post-1153338393829393492006-07-19T12:13:00.000-07:002007-01-05T13:50:39.722-08:00Christmas in JulyImagine the Great Depression. Over a quarter of the country is out of work. People have lost years worth of hard-earned wealth over the span of a few months. Banks are closing, no one has easily available access to their funds. Creditors and debtors alike are ruined and unable to make ends meet. Most companies' stocks, assuming they still exist, are worth mere pennies. Once David-Adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14711139976596418640noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30803318.post-1153323818540027112006-07-19T08:29:00.000-07:002007-01-05T13:50:18.849-08:00Raw Ingredients"Pop-Pop Ben's Pizza, can you hold please?""Sure, no problem," Eric responded into his sleek cordless phone, the battery pack dangling from the end due to the missing cover on the back. He expected to hear the soothing loop of Pop-Pop Ben telling him what great specials his store had to offer, followed by a review of the fresh ingredients used in all of his pizzas. Instead his earsDavid-Adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14711139976596418640noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30803318.post-1152822733043937472006-07-13T13:05:00.000-07:002007-01-05T13:49:35.909-08:00In Shining ArmorIt is well known that women often dream of a knight in shining armor to 'rescue' them, either from a distressing event or from the dreary drudgery of every day life.What isn't as well known is that these women technically are dreaming to be saved by Gordon the Gallant, who was handsome, brave, and dashingly demented. It was from upon his shimmering white steed, himself donned in David-Adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14711139976596418640noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30803318.post-1152648039471738672006-07-11T12:58:00.000-07:002007-01-05T13:49:50.866-08:00It's Another EpiphanyIt was at that very moment as Michael bit into his turkey sandwich that he felt stirring deep within him an epiphany of the likes he had never known before. He began chewing as an afterthought, and mustard oozed from the bread and plopped onto his sky-blue polo shirt into an interestingly-shaped glob. He had to think about this. Yes, it would change the very course of his David-Adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14711139976596418640noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30803318.post-1152564746227753522006-07-10T13:50:00.000-07:002007-01-05T13:48:38.323-08:00It's Another Good Cause"I see. Thank you for your call," Tommy meekly said over the phone, wincing as the sharp voice ranted on the other end of the line."Another one?" Asked Joey from the table across, who was watching Tommy's struggle."Yeah," said Tommy, taking his headset off. "i don't knwo if I can take much more of this. I mean, I think we've only raised like twenty-five dollars so far."David-Adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14711139976596418640noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30803318.post-1152307233382754182006-07-07T14:11:00.000-07:002007-01-05T13:48:18.617-08:00It's Another Long Story "Amy Greenwood?" Ms. Johnston called out, reading the name off thelist."Here.""Timothy Hazel?""Present.""Jonathan Jacobs?""Presadint," replied a mischievous looking blonde haired boy ofabout six. A few of the boys surrounding him giggled while many of thegirls in the Ms. Johnston's classroom of first-graders rolled their eyes.Ms. Johnston's eyes traveled to the name David-Adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14711139976596418640noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30803318.post-1152305185289820862006-07-07T13:42:00.000-07:002007-01-05T13:47:57.130-08:00It's Another Zombie Story 1Shirley grimaced at the strong stench that attacked her nostrils as she opened her apartment door. The entire place was dark, and what little light cast by the dying sun through the closed up window blinds was barely enough to see by. Gregory should have been home by now; he hardly ever worked overtime and always was certain to have their accomodations bright and livelyDavid-Adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14711139976596418640noreply@blogger.com0