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Walk/Don't Walk

Conversation with a street walker

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Never Judge A Book By Its Cover

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So there I lay, my arms splayed out with one wrist tied to each bedpost, my ankles tied to the lower ones and a pillow wedged up under my hips. Because of the blindfold and headphones, I had no idea what she was up to. Perhaps I should back up a bit. Laur...

4th of July Story

How Jimmy lost his finger

Jimmy was born on July 5, 1897. Until he was five or six, he believed all the parades and excitement on July 4 th were in celebration of his birthday. He was a little disappointed; when in the first grade, he learned they were not. He was an intelligent c...

It is July third, 2013, and a warm, soft night outside tonight. The fireflies are rising, and I am reminded of a night just like this one, many years ago – Paul Anka was singing “Diana” on the record player, and all the other kids were lined up, doing a d...

Toaster Repair

After I finished, I sent an email to my friend, Stan. Here 'tis:

Hey, Stan! It is a good thing you called just when you did; had you been five minutes later, I would have just finished beating my 1950 Toastmaster to death with a big hammer, and throwing it into the trash. Over the past six months or so, it has been get...

Piano Lessons

My short career as a budding pianist

Piano Lessons When I was about three and a half, we left Darby, and moved to live with my father’s parents in their house in Catonsville. We had our own apartment in three rooms of their house, but since they were my grandparents, and their daughter was o...

Poker and The American Dream

Sometimes what makes us happy isn't what we expected would.

Life is like a game of poker. You play by the rules. And you make the smart bets. You sit at the table, folding hand after hand of ten- two, seven- three, nine-five, while everyone else is getting aces and face cards, and raking in your five or ten dollar...

Oscar Has A Hairy Old Ass

All you need to know for the Engineering License Examination.

I graduated college with a BS in Geography. As “they” are wont to say, “That and a buck will get you a cup of coffee.” Sure enough, it didn’t get me a job, so I went to work as an automobile mechanic. After four years of twisting wrenches, and being sick...

Flat July 21,2011

Blowouts are an unusual exprience in this day and age.

I am driving along in the center lane of I-695 at 70 miles an hour. Miles Davis Quintet – the old one, from the fifties, with John Coltrane, Red Garland, Paul Chambers and Philly Jo Jones – is playing Surrey With A Fringe On Top on the car radio. I am thi...

Grammar Nazi

English as a living language

I arrived home from work today, opened my email to find the following message forwarded from an acquaintance, and it gave me cause for thought: “Homographs are words of like spelling but with more than one meaning. A homograph that is also pronounced diff...

Twelve Hundred Hours

How long does it take to get good at something?

I read somewhere that it takes 10,000 hours of practice to become good at something. I would respectfully suggest that “good” is relative. I doubt that I have that many hours of practice on any musical instrument, including piccolo and flute, which I play...

He leans back on the bed watching over the top of his book as she sits at the dressing table, unpinning her hair. I like the way your breasts rise when you raise your arms over your head, he thinks. But it does not arouse me as it did in those early days....

November 22, 1963

One person's experience of President Kennedy's funeral

I finished my noon chow, and was walking back across the drill field towards the school, and smoking a cigarette, when Doug Holmes came running across the field toward me. “Hey man, they just shot the president!” “You’re shitting me, right?” “No! Seriousl...