As John waited for a taxi he called his wife. He heard the tension and hesitation in her voice when she answered. "They agreed!" he shouted.
She screamed on the other end. Her joy turned into tears.
Trying to squeeze words in between her gasping for air he said, "Our son is going to make it. They're giving us the money for the operation."
by Donald Stidham, Cleveland, TNBefore delivering his application to this specific journal he had swore to always put the job first. Never will he turn away an opportunity for a story just because it sounded too bland for his tastes. He was a writer, he figured he could make anything sound good.
At the first meeting his boss mentioned the possibility of morality being thrown out the window, but John had it covered. NOTHING would stray his pen from paper. But he would not alter the facts of a child's death in order to get more people to read their publications, and found himself to be the same ethical man he thought he never was.
by Lacii Cheyanne Rundquist, Washtucna, WAJohn never heard the shot, nor did he see the face behind the smoking barrel of the .45 caliber Smith and Wesson that ended his life. But as his life slowly slipped away from him, his sense of peaceful resolve did not......it seemed to grow and grow and overtake his being with it's burning infinity. "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh....." and one long, slow sigh later, he was gone.
by Tomas M. Villarreal, Elmhurst, ILAs John made his way to the entrance; a security officer yelled, "Mr. Feldman, please wait for Director Stephens."
"Okay." John replied.
"Mr. Feldman," Director Stephens continued as he led John away, "We need to find a secure place to talk."
"You believe me?" John asked.
"You bet, but if you leave, I can't protect you," Stephens explained.
"Protect me from whom?"
"The Aliens." Director Stephens motioned for the men in white coats to come and take John away. Poor guy, Stephens thought.
by Ranae Cherry, Shrewsbury, PA"It would be better if everyone in this room took a fifteen percent paycut, rather than lay off any of the workers."
That unconventional suggestion had created a fire storm and he knew that the CFO was not going to let it escape the attention of Mr. Carmicheal, the president of the company.
John had risen through the ranks, and he took his position of loss prevention supervisor very seriously. He knew that by letting workers go, that would just result in less productivity by those remaining, further endangering the company's survival.
When he got back to his office, there was already a note taped to the door: John, see Mr. Carmicheal immediately!
Without even entering his office, John headed to the stairs leading to the executive offices, knowing that by tomorrow, he would either be hailed as a savior, or be filing for unemployment.
by Stewart Lindsay, Buffalo, NY