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(4 votes, average: 4 out of 5)
Loading …Loud noises assaulted his senses. Bright flashing lights. His eyes weren’t even open, but he felt panic, terror. He struggled for recognition. Where was he? Concentrate. Think. Where was he?
Only a moment ago, he had been someplace he recognized. The living room? Yes, he had been watching TV. Okay, he must have fallen asleep. He was sitting down, his hands felt the velvety cloth beneath him. Was he in his recliner? If so, the remote would be close. He reached to the right, feeling for it, and found it right where he expected. Before opening his eyes, he turned off the source of the infernal noise.
He felt the blanket of darkness envelop and caress his senses. His eyes could have been open or closed now, the view would be the same. The silence was a welcome lover, enticing him back into the pleasures of sleep. He didn’t move, not yet. His nerves were still resting from the encounter with later night television.
(5 votes, average: 4.2 out of 5) Loading …FBI agent Stoneman grabbed a blank notepad and pen before lifting the telephone receiver. “Stoneman.”
“Alex Stoneman? Of 815 Morganton Road?” The voice was unfamiliar to Alex. Multiple questions fired in his mind. His address was classified information, as is typical of all FBI agents, or any law enforcement branch for that matter.
“Who is this?” Alex wrote down ‘security breach’.
(2 votes, average: 4 out of 5) Loading …How was I to know that this little orange ticket would change my life. For the best or for the worse? I’m still deciding.
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I had just finished server updates at the Riverview Ranch in Nice, France. My flight left four hours ago for my connecting flight in Paris that would then take me back to the United States. The new head chef, Francois, DuBais, ordered some new freezers and refrigerators that have network interfaces. It never seems to amaze me what they can put on the network these days. Anyway, these appliances pulled a network address just as they should, the display allowed me to see that address so I could configure them further. No problems. Then, I go to put them on the monitoring system so Francois can view temperature from his office.
(6 votes, average: 4.5 out of 5) Loading …The carrousel came to life. Half-opened and red eyes watched the luggage tumble down the main track and deposit themselves on the Samsonite merry-go-round. The passengers from flight 1402 from Paris shuffled and strained to see if theirs was the next piece of luggage to come down the shoot. Eric Jenkins felt like one of the living dead. He hated travel and he hated international travel worse. Not only did he fear flying but he also disliked the feeling he had when being a guest in a forgein country. He hated not being able to speak the language, ask for a beer, or read signs for the nearest restaurant. But worst of all he hated to be looked at as a tourist, how the locals treated him with contemptuousness. Oddly he loved his job. A job that routinely took him out of his home state once a month and out of his native country two or three times a year. But as the top salesman and representative for a hardwood distributor, he was obliged to take on these tasks.
(1 votes, average: 3 out of 5) Loading …Patrick Sun, of the Phoenix Suns, not the basketball team but the family of Suns that lived in Phoenix, as he liked to joke (fairly unsuccessfully usually, as was involved in Information Technology, and had moved from Phoenix to Seattle to pursue said career, and IT specialists are not well versed in NBA teams, especially NBA teams from cities fairly far away), was on the phone with Patricia Croft, of the Seattle Crofts, which was not nearly as amusing to Patrick. More specifically, he was on the phone with Patricia Croft’s answering machine.
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