ABOUT
THE AUTHOR
Don't hate me because I'm crazy! [August 2006]
AUTHOR'S OTHER TITLES (54) A Rose In Winter (Poetry) Love that never bloomed... written in 1991 about a relationship that wasn't meant to be. [253 words] About My Sisters (Poetry) Life is short... just ask Doc and Judith...I am very close to my sisters and wanted to pay tribute to them... [95 words] All Hallows Eve (Poetry) ....graveyard play. [72 words] Braided Belt From Hell (Short Stories) Frustration of trying to get to work on a rainy day... [393 words] Bruises (Poetry) [55 words] Buried Alive? (Poetry) Daylight dreaming and no way out. [89 words] Chest Of Pain (Poetry) What happened to me but not this bad to make me quit smoking... it stinks, but so did I then. [69 words] Daddy Where Art Thou? (Poetry) Poem about my daughter and her birth father.... [179 words] Dear Stepdad (Short Stories) A stepson realizes what it takes to be a caretaker. [256 words] Desk Lunch Part 1 (Short Stories) A middle aged sales rep deals with the confines of her life. [390 words] Desk Lunch Part 2 (Short Stories) The same but more.... [346 words] Desk Lunch Part 3 (Short Stories) The sales rep continues with her day... [314 words] Desk Lunch Part 5 (Short Stories) She has totally lost it, but you guess... [153 words] Desk Lunch Part 6 (Short Stories) Life goes on in the cubicle world... [136 words] Dragonfly Mile (Short Stories) Whimsical flight of fantasy reality as a young woman tries to find her lost... you tell me... [191 words] [Fantasy] Floaters (Poetry) Beware of things that fly peripherally... [118 words] Garden Of Bones (Poetry) What lies beneath the backyard? [107 words] Hothouse Lizards Part 2 (Novels) Voodoo, soul searching and Spanish moss.... [949 words] Hothouse Lizzards Part 1 (Short Stories) Voodoo, New Orleans, Spanish Moss, etc... all the things that everyone wants to read about... [2,641 words] [Horror] Howling Dog (Poetry) What I hear tonight with senses heightened... [107 words] Is It Real Or Is It Memorex? (Short Stories) You tell me... [82 words] It's That Time Of Year (Poetry) Memories, smells, sounds of Christmas to a young girl. [197 words] Looking At The Moon (Poetry) Waiting for my lover...I wrote this about 12 years ago and I gave it to my husband for Valentine's Day after we were married... [149 words] Madness Amongst The Dust (Poetry) Ssshhh! [81 words] Man And A Tree (Poetry) What happens in a relationship when a man tries to contain a woman and not let her be herself. [215 words] [Relationships] Mark Of The Beast Part Three (Short Stories) The saga continues with a gal stuck in Armageddon. [174 words] Mist Walkers (Short Stories) How I feel every time I visit a new cemetary... [112 words] Mold Or Old? (Poetry) A woman faces her fears of growing old... [116 words] My Curse (Poetry) A woman is plagued by other's sights... [266 words] Night In Antigua (Short Stories) Part one of a slighted warrior bent on revenge towards his derelict father... [194 words] Nightmare At Brushy Creek (Short Stories) While sleeping dreams become reality... [106 words] Nocturnal Juices (Poetry) Sexual demon encounter. [103 words] Procrastination 2003 (Poetry) Waiting can be the death of you. [87 words] Pull Of The Tides (Poetry) Lovers searching... who knows. [246 words] Roachtrap (Poetry) Like sticky glue the roach is caught! [125 words] Rutapottamus (Poetry) I think I saw a Rutapottamus... [114 words] Smoke Lover (Poetry) Hint of smoke, love ? [68 words] Take Me To The South (Poetry) Simple diddy re the South. [187 words] The Countess Of Storymania (Poetry) Everyone knows. [13 words] The Cubicle (Short Stories) Working in a box and what is does to the psyche... [104 words] The Evil Root (Short Stories) Manna Madness runs rampant. [165 words] The Hidden (Poetry) - [27 words] The Keepsake (Short Stories) Love Story... read and review... come one come all! [837 words] [Relationships] The Locket (Short Stories) You tell me.... Please read and review... feel free to comment! [880 words] The Lost Garden (Poetry) Lost History. [129 words] The Machine (Poetry) Sensitive abortion piece from the baby's viewpoint [160 words] The Mantel (Poetry) Leaving your heart on the mantel.... and more. [160 words] The Presidents (Poetry) Twisty and hidden.. You tell me.. I'll let you know if you're right. [122 words] The Talking House (Poetry) Echoes of old earth and stone.. are you listening? [107 words] The Tree Of Life (Poetry) I have a tree in my backyard that I'm sure is the center of the universe... There is a suburbia of animals et all living there... Please Read... [119 words] The Wooden Box (Short Stories) Lesson in shared grief through an antique box. [509 words] [Motivational] Tick Tock (Poetry) Betrayal.... [55 words] Wanderlust (Poetry) You guess... vampire... or lover??? [150 words] White White Wonderland (Poetry) A short poem scaling seasons from childhood to adult... [134 words] [Motivational]
Desk Lunch Part 4 D G Williford
Part 4
She looked at her Palm Pilot; it had never worked right.
She had lost the stylo four months ago.
She wanted to be in the “in crowd” that
always got a beep in a meeting,
She looked around at the people sitting there. What were they doing here?
They had no business trying to make the budget numbers. They ate
hot dogs with chili every Thursday night and went to prayer meeting every Wednesday night.
I don’t trust anyone that eats hot dogs and praises the Lord at the same time.
She was fed up… She walked through her maze of cubicles and surveyed her surroundings.
“Yep, the same old shit, just a different day. I wonder if they have
any clue what they are about to face.”
She rolled her mouse pad into a four by four and it didn’t stay that way…
but that was okay, because it did not matter. The mouse pad was the pawn
and the day was the king.
“ I’m so sick of this bullshit, I’m so sick of this kiss ass foreplay.
I want to work somewhere, where the bullshit doesn’t exist; where life is good and
Trey and his big fat ass doesn’t come and hit on me, where Peaches with all her
worldly artificial things can just go to hell.’
She got up and walked to the exit sign…. It was a way out. She would never forget that exit sign…
She looked at her boss through the glass fish bowl; he was a prick and a loser and she loved every minute of it.
She wanted to do what she had planned at that minute, but she had to wait.
She must be patient.
She must be kind.
She was kind as she pulled out her 9mm and shot her boss square in the head.
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"Nice the way you lead me to think i'd have to wait then POW. Now is she going to continue her onslaught on others? herself? Don't tease. That damn fish n more - guess that's off the menu from now on." -- Just A Guy.
"Jag... You are not going to believe this, but I wrote this last night under the influence and I LOVED it... Thanks for sticking with me to the end. "She" will resurface;her work is not done. I loved writing this it set me free from alot of issues with my job. " -- Author.
"Whoa babe, issues at work. Don't you go doing anything foolish, would hate to read about this in the paper. One thing though - where's the SEX???? sorry about that." -- JAG.
"Everything you wanted to dream and more... not fish and more.. but yes.... satire wanting to be real life...that's all I have.... but I will write more of HER story..." -- Author.
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