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LiteratureShort Story: Back from the BeachMy neighbor’s husband died a few years ago. It was tragic. He was young and healthy…except for the cancer that tore through his body in just a few months. Heather, a widow even though she was only in her early thirties, mourned his loss. The insurance money allowed her time to recover. Heather had always been a runner and found solace in her daily runs. She volunteered as a coach for the local high school track team. Through a chance friendship with woman working in the town police station, Heather began to look into law enforcement. The small town police department was happy to have a new candidate and they were impressed with Heather’s fitness; she was already in better shape than any of the officers. She breezed through training program and was soon a uniformed officer. As part of the job, Heather began to add weight training to her workout regimen. While her tall, lanky body was well-suited to running and endurance, she found it next to impossible to add anything more thanShort Stories
DR3AMRUN Collaborations
LiteratureSam and Cassandra - - Chapter 1CHAPTER 1 – HE SCORES Sam approached the goal, dribbling to his left. As he crossed the middle of the net, he feigned hard with his left foot and Cassandra bit on it, diving hard to her right. Sam watched her as if in slow motion, noticing in her bare midriff a set of well-defined abs, and the ballooning muscles down her long legs. How had he not noticed this before? What he did know is that she is the best goalie in the co-ed league and his only chance to score was by deception. He allowed himself a smile as he stutter-stepped and kicked the ball with his right foot to the opposite side of the goal. Cassandra landed hard as she watchSam and Cassandra
LiteratureFrom Rags to Riches: Chapter 1Chapter 1 – The Man Who Has Everything (Note: No FMG in this chapter, just setting up a main character. But trust me, its coming…) Steve grunted a little as he finished his third set of bench presses and let all three-hundred fifty pounds of metal drop back into place. He stood and wiped a bit of sweat off his face, noticing the cute girl on the treadmill who had noticed him. After a quick drink, he hefted a pair of seventy pound dumbells and positioned himself where treadmill girl could see him, but not without turning her head. He knew he’d look like a poser if he went right in front of her. And this way he could test herRags to Riches
Tom's New Neighbor
LiteratureBFFs -- Chapter 5Moira didn’t want to remind Brinkley of her emotional problems or dwell on them. But she couldn’t ignore them, either. So, she got a few recommendations for therapists and left the list on the kitchen table the next morning. Brinkley got up a little later and saw the list. She looked at Moira. “I’m always here for you,” Moira said in answer to the unspoken question. “But I thought you also might want to have some other options.” Brinkley took the list an put it in her pocket. She was too proud to admit it out loud, but she knew Moira was right. When she was out of the apartment that afternoon, Brinkley took the list out of her pocket. She noticed all the names were women. Brinkley laughed. Moira knew her so well. She picked one and called to make an appointment before she started her run for the day. Later that week, while Moira was working and Brinkley had finished the chores around the apartment, Brinkley looked up from her phone and broke the silence with an exclamationBFFs