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Money, Sex And Soul

neil — Mon, 06 Sep 2010 05:01:40 +0000

For Deborah, there was no better gauge of her boyfriend's state of mind than the fashion in which he made love to her. Mercurial to say the least, Jack was a man who kept his feelings to himself. Deborah had long ago given up on her attempts to get him to verbalize his inner turmoil. At times she questioned her own sanity in maintaining this relationship. Surely, she was desirable enough to attract a more open, in touch with his feelings type of guy.

She did not need a therapist to point out the fact that she had picked a man who was oh so familiar. She had known him all her life. She had grown up in the same house as him, was nurtured by him from the moment of her conception. Jack was her father reincarnate.

Step Down

neil — Fri, 05 Mar 2010 05:01:50 +0000

"You're just not cut out for this sort of shit", Paul said, as they lifted the corpse out of the trunk of the car.

Joey knew he was right. He held the lifeless man by the legs, Paul at the other end, his hands clutching the body by the sides of it's chest. They carried it until they reached the edge of the cliff, and at the silent count of three swung the recently murdered man down into the river below.

Blood Thick

neil — Tue, 02 Mar 2010 05:01:40 +0000

Alone in his car, driving South on the New Jersey Turnpike on this Sunday morning, he could not stop his mind from racing. Childhood memories flooded his thoughts. Before one episode had run it's course, another one vividly rose up in his minds eye to replace it. He was in a trance like state. In just an hour or so, he would see a father he had neither seen nor spoken to for over fifteen years.

A Touch Of Fate

neil — Thu, 18 Feb 2010 05:01:00 +0000

For the better part of his life, if there was one character he identified with, it was Paul Newman's Luke, in the flick “Cool Hand Luke”...As he remembers it, Luke is looking for answers. “You created me like this. What did you expect?...Then the warden’s famous line, “what we have here is a failure to communicate”, moments before he takes dead aim with his shotgun and blows Luke away.

Playing Their Game

neil — Fri, 29 Jan 2010 05:01:52 +0000

Now I wouldn't have even considered laying low like this even a year ago. I had my own code, and God knows nothing was gonna make be break it. You live like a man, keep you're word, and you don't put on no act for no one. But that was then, and this is now.

The Writing On The Wall

neil — Wed, 09 Dec 2009 05:01:13 +0000

Ever since sitting in the movie theater together and watching the movie "Goodfellas", the four knew what direction their lives would take...they saw themselves in the character's up there on the big screen. It was like staring into a giant crystal ball and watching their inevitable future's being played out before them.

A Different Angle

neil — Sat, 05 Dec 2009 05:01:53 +0000

Part I

Private Investigator. Harold liked the sound of it. He wondered if he wasn't too old to be considered for the job. But what had he to lose, he thought, as he picked up the telephone and dialed the number on the ad..."One last thing, Harold. I want you to think long and hard about everything that was said in this room today. Because if you decide to be in, you're in. There's no turning back. Life as you knew it will soon become just a distant memory".

Sonny

neil — Fri, 18 Sep 2009 05:28:45 +0000

He very quickly became the most popular guy in the school...As you could readily imagine, some serious jealousies arose...This was a pretty rough school, located in the very epicenter of New York City. This gang of upperclassmen thought long and hard before carrying out their insidious, savage plan of cutting Sonny down to right size.

Wrong Place – Wrong Time

neil — Sat, 08 Aug 2009 15:05:08 +0000

It really didn't make much of a difference, the reasons why. The fact remained that he walked around with an intense anger raging within. He was literally a time bomb, ready to explode.

Chalk It Up !

neil — Tue, 04 Aug 2009 17:51:40 +0000

Anyhow, it seems these four guys were on this expensive yacht, drinking tons of beer and smoking their stogies. Somehow or another, they begin talking 'bout God, whether or not they believe He exists or not. There's this one resolute, unwavering atheist among them. He's getting all worked up with talk of all this God stuff and all. It reaches a point where he just can't take it anymore. So he raises his voice loudly above the surrounding chatter, and says; "Shut up! Shut the hell up, all of ye! You want to know if He's really here or not? I'm gonna do something that'll settle the matter for you yahoo's once and for all, godamnit!"