BenMac
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Last Login: 4 years ago
Writing Since: 2012
Occupation: Professor
Hobbies: Happy Hour
Awards: N/A
Number of Stories Written: 80
The waiting room in the Flagstaff hospital wasn’t crowded, just Tina and Rita and LoriAnn sitting quietly, a little dazed, sipping coffee and staring blankly at the muted television in the corner. They’d all been given breathing treatments for smoke inhalation by first responders, who’d arrived on site. At the hospital, each had been checked
The security detail that retrieved Tina from her apartment in Huntington was made up of a man and a woman. The man, Agent George Quinn, was inconspicuous like most secret service agents, but the woman, Agent Dana Fairbanks, was particularly attractive, enough so that Tina found herself appreciating the woman’s form as she escorted her
Home of Tina Kennard New Bedford, MA 3:45am, Thursday, March 9th She’d sat in the study area and shook down to her very core. By the time she’d returned to the bedroom and sat on the edge of the bed next to Tina, who was still soundly asleep, she’d broken out in a cold sweat.
Alone in a corner of Bimbos Cantina, Callie Torres sipped her jalapeño infused tequila. The bar was moments from closing, and few patrons remained. By now she was on her third shot, not much really, but she’d already finished off four Pacificos. So she was quite sloshed in that dark corner of the bar she
One dull purple-red drop of wine oozed along the fabric of the starch white table cloth. I watched the blood-like tendrils soak into the linen. The red dominated the white, strangled each thread. I held my throat. My breath was restricted and shallow, and I forced myself to take air into my lower stomach while
It’s your turn. It was my turn last night. No, you forget, I finished last night’s story. You only started it. Okay, you make a point. [Pause.] All right, I have one. But you might not think it’s sensual enough. Anything you tell me is sensual. Really? Even when I told you about getting my
Previously… Bette shut the door and Max began pulling away. Tina turned and waved out the window and watch Bette retreat behind her. Now on the road, Tina touched her ears and felt the cool touch of the diamonds and remembered how warm Bette’s fingers were when she’d placed them in her ears. We’re beautiful
Previously… Looking out the small kitchen window, she spotted a bright light in the night sky. It sparkled between two columns of the apartment building, winking at her happily. She squinted and leaned forward. It must be an approaching airplane, she thought. It was nearly impossible to spot stars in the dirty LA sky. But
Previously… Tina blinked and looked up at the woman, who was silhouetted in the headlights. All Tina could see was a mane of hair. “Um…um…fuck…” Tina swooned as her body began to shake with the shock. She glanced down at her legs, wiggled her toes, making sure she was in one piece. Then she looked
Once upon a time, in the magical town of Hollywood, in a land called California, four young women set their intentions on becoming the next Nora Ephron, a famous and successful playwright and screenwriter. These four came together out of need because rent, even in the slummiest part of Los Angeles, was exorbitant, and none
…and you know, old Sandy was on to something all along… Bette smiled and kicked at the cool water as her feet dangled in the creek. She had found a shaded spot and had waded over to a large boulder and perched on top of it to read the rest of Tina’s latest letter. These
Bette sat on the sofa and watched Frankie and Tina. The little girl had climbed into Tina’s lap and now had her face buried against Tina’s shoulder, crying softly, trying to be strong. Tina held her, kissed her head and rubbed Frankie’s back as she whispered encouragement into the little girl’s ear. The nanny had
Tina hurried to pay the taxi driver and get her luggage out of the trunk. She was excited to see Bette after three weeks, but also a little worried. That morning when they had spoken on the phone, when Tina had called to give Bette hers and Marcus’ flight information, Bette had sounded down and
The sound of children playing in the hotel pool drifted in through the open window. It was late afternoon, hot and humid in Cogdell, Georgia, and Bette had wanted to shut the window and turn up the air-conditioner and cool the room. But, as she had coaxed Tina into the bed over two hours ago,
China was running, leaping over the monstrous creatures that snarled at her feet. She deflected their claws with her shield, drove them back with her torch, setting all around her on fire. She turned and smiled at Bette as the flames engulfed her. Bette sat up in bed with a yelp. She was breathing like
The force of the blast had thrown Bette and Tina down a flight of stairs, rolling them like rag dolls as dust and rubble had showered down on them. Bette had landed first with a thud, hitting her head and instantly going unconscious. Tina had landed on top of her, cushioned by Bette’s body, but
#Saturday, June 19th, 5:30am# Bette searched at her feet for a small rock or pebble, picked one and aimed it at the balcony. She threw it, banking it off the side of the terrace. She grunted with frustration at missing, picked up another small stone and tossed it. This time the little rock made its