It is 3:30 on a quiet Friday afternoon, and Kimberly North is counting the minutes until 5:00. Her job as assistant ('Executive Assistant' on her business cards) to the CEO of QuickStart, Inc. is not always easy, and this week has proven to be a prime example of such. The phone hasn't rung in at least 10 minutes, the emails have slowed to a crawl ( Read more... )

Among the stacks of holiday fliers, catalogs, credit card offers, and various and sundry mail, you see an embossed green envelope with gold lettering. Opening it, there is a red invitation inside, embossed in more gold lettering. It reads:

You are cordially invited to a charity auction this coming December 13th ( Read more... )

It's a tradition ( Read more... )

Arriving at her tiny studio apartment, Fire felt pleasantly tired. Fighting fashion zombies had been nicely cathartic. Certainly it was fun to set fire to the undead hoards.. but it was even more fun when they were the undead hordes of atrocious fashion statements ( Read more... )

It's just too damn quiet. She should could her blessings. She can could how many night like this there has been on her fingers and still have some left.

Allanah's asleep. Ralph is reading. Plaz is not up here being Plaz. The Earth is a big, beautiful quiet blue thing under the watchful eye of her here on the moon.

"Sue to everybody...How's

Bless Wally's kinky little heart, he pulled it off! They have full use of the Keystone Bulldog's baseball stadium for her little plan. Phase one complete ( Read more... )

"--responsible for yesterday's national disruption has been identified as Dr. Herbert P. Mendrick, formerly of Trinity Engineering. Dr. Mendrick had retired from Trinity Engineering after thirty years with ( Read more... )

All over America, cities buzz with traffic. The interstates and state highways hum with the sounds of cars, mini-vans, vans, and trucks carrying commuters, soccer teams, small appliances, and larger cargo across town or across the state or across the Continental Divide. The drone of mobility ( Read more... )

Once more Bea's shadow darkens a table in Warriors. Hell, it's her home away from...ok let's face it. She's crashing in Guy's apartment (without his knowledge), and the bar is just conveniently downstairs. They're lucky she gets dressed half of the time. (It was only the once! And it was a Sunday! After hours! Who was going to see ( Read more... )

Max Lord has a plan ( Read more... )