Comments Posted By Doug McIntire
Displaying 1 To 30 Of 200 Comments
The wagon bounced dangerously, threatening to overturn at any time as we seemed to hit every rock in our path. Still my pa didn’t slow down. Instead, the used the whip to spur the team to greater speed. I was in the back, hanging onto the Winchester for all my worth, afraid the next bump would knock it out of my hands. If I let go of it, it would most likely bounce out the back of the wagon and it would then belong to the renegades chasing us. Nearly impossible to aim with the buffeting I was receiving, I did my best. The bullet flew true and I saw their leader fall only a moment before the wagon finally tipped over and threw us from it.
» Posted By Doug McIntire On 02.01.2012 @ 12:03 pm
The festival was noisy and chaotic, but I couldn’t afford to be distracted by the lights and sounds of the Midway. I was here for one reason and one reason only; to find her. My eyes scanned the crowd. And there she was, standing by the ring toss game. I ducked behind cover before she had a chance to see me. Now that I found her, I had to find out who she was with. I had to find out who had stolen her from me. Just then the crowd parted just enough to see who it was. It wasn’t at all what I had expected. There, standing beside my sixteen-year-old daughter was my ex-wife, her mother. I turned and left before they saw me spying on them.
» Posted By Doug McIntire On 02.01.2012 @ 7:51 am
The beehive was abuzz; the angry bees indignant over the blatant invasion by the honey badger. But the honey badger didn’t care. He was getting stung like a thousand times. He wanted the larvae. How gross is that? And there was honey too. That’s where the honey badger took his name from. It was a welcome change from cobra. – Honoring Randall
» Posted By Doug McIntire On 01.25.2012 @ 5:05 pm
The downpour went unheeded as I stood out in it, head down, concentrating on my surroundings. There was lightening so therefore no thunder. The only sound was the falling rain. I waited. I was being hunted and I knew the rain wouldn’t stop the predator. And suddenly a stick cracked in the darkness. I whirled toward it, pulling my revolvers and firing eleven shots toward it, leaving one bullet in case I missed. I listened to the rain for long moments until I finally heard the body of my assailant fall into the mud.
» Posted By Doug McIntire On 11.05.2011 @ 6:33 am
The scout returned with less-than-good news. “We’re surrounded,” he said. “There are enemy strongholds to the north and west. There are snipers to our south, and machine gun positions to the east. There’s no way out, unless you can figure out a way to go straight up. His expression was priceless when I opened up the face of my wristwatch and spoke into it, speaking in an alien language. Within moments, a Stellar-Class extraction ship was hovering over our position, the ramp lowered and the steward waving us on. I smiled. My commission would be huge. Abductions of warriors always paid more.
» Posted By Doug McIntire On 10.14.2011 @ 9:41 pm
I stood on the avenue outside of the home where I grew up. It was the first time I’d been back in over a decade; not since I’d run away at the tender age of thirteen. I’d grown a lot since then, both physically and mentally. I didn’t know if he was inside or not. Hell, I didn’t even know if he was still alive, but it didn’t matter. The house was going to burn either way.
» Posted By Doug McIntire On 09.01.2011 @ 7:33 am
The destruction caused by the crashing asteroid was devastating. Half of the North American continent was wiped off of the map in the blink of an eye. The other half went into immediate apocalyptic-type natural disasters, everything ranging from earthquakes to volcanoes. Tsunamis of earth-shattering proportion were on their way across the globe to do just that. Buenos Aires had already been washed away. Here in Europe, we minutes before suffering a similar fate. And of all the times, in all the world, you pick now to tell me that you’re in love with another woman? Couldn’t you at least keep up the lie, continue the façade, until we were dead? Do you hate me that much that you couldn’t do that one little thing?
» Posted By Doug McIntire On 08.27.2011 @ 6:49 am
When she gets in this mood, she’s truly a force to be reckoned with. It’s not that she’s mean, or ugly, or angry, or scary. She’s deliberate. And right now, as she’s sighting down the barrel of her handgun at me, she seemed much more deliberate than usual.
» Posted By Doug McIntire On 08.26.2011 @ 7:29 am
The poison was fast acting and painful, but slow to kill. Fire shot through my belly. Spasms wracked my limbs. My muscles clenched as they began to seize up, an unfortunate side effect from my perspective. It took every ounce of focus, every bit of will power that yet remained for me to make my hand pick up the gun that was lying beside me. I wanted, more than anything, to turn it toward my assailant, but I knew that wasn’t possible. The only thing I could do is turn the muzzle toward my head and squeeze the trigger to end my suffering before the agony became too great.
» Posted By Doug McIntire On 08.21.2011 @ 4:50 pm
A tear began to fall even before he stepped back, off of the transporter pad. Of all the times, of all the places, of all the opportunities, he chose now to say he didn’t love me. We’d been a couple all through the academy. I’d helped him pass his finals. He never could have done it on his own. But now, on the transporter pad, time stood still. Subconsciously, I could feel my tear slide down my face, around my mouth, and down my chin, until it finally fell. As I transported to my first ship, I imagined that my tear remained on the transport pad, the last remnant he would ever have of me.
» Posted By Doug McIntire On 08.20.2011 @ 7:40 pm
I swung with all I had, and I missed. The follow-through threw me off balance and I knew I was vulnerable. Although it was a baseball bat I’d swung, I wasn’t actually playing baseball. I was trying to take the head off of the guy I’d just caught in bed with my wife. He’d pulled back just enough so that my bat caught nothing but air. And I knew it was too late to recover. Now it was his turn and there was absolutely nothing I could do about it. By morning, my wife could likely be a widow and this SOB would be the one consoling her.
» Posted By Doug McIntire On 08.19.2011 @ 8:18 pm
She didn’t understand. It wasn’t punishment. It was a lesson. Here, now, it was a lesson in a safe environment. Later, out in the real world, it wouldn’t be safe, and it wouldn’t be a lesson. It would be life or death. And for some reason I couldn’t make her understand this. It made me doubt his judgment. It made me doubt whether she was really the one.
» Posted By Doug McIntire On 08.14.2011 @ 11:41 am
As I opened my eyes, the glare of the light seemed to be unbearable. I tried to lift my hands to rub my eyes, but I couldn’t. My hands were bound. I blinked repeatedly and as my eyes adjusted to the light, I could see that it was just a single, bare bulb that dangled from a wire above my head. I didn’t recognize the room, but I’d seen a dozen others just like it. It was a bare room of concrete and cinder blocks, though in all of the previous ones I’d seen, I wasn’t the one tied up. It seemed that this would prove to be a new experience.
» Posted By Doug McIntire On 08.06.2011 @ 10:52 pm
The water hadn’t even reached the boiling point, but the heat and steam were already cooking the naked body suspended above. I begged, I pleaded for them to release her, but they told me that time had passed. They knew, as did I, that it was a hoax. They were the ones who embezzled from the boss, and I had caught them. But somehow, they had convinced him that it was me. And now, my wife was the one being steamed above the near-boiling pot.
» Posted By Doug McIntire On 08.02.2011 @ 7:05 pm
It could not have been a more perfect day. I remember it vividly. It was the third Sunday in July. There wasn’t a cloud in the sky. I had angus burgers and wings cooking on the grill; an ice cold beer in my hands as I turned the wings and flipped the burgers. And then he showed up. I could have understood had he been her ex, but he wasn’t, at least according to him. He said he was still my wife’s husband and I don’t really remember much after that.
» Posted By Doug McIntire On 07.31.2011 @ 1:47 pm
I found his attitude amusing, standing there in all of his naked glory, fists in front of his face, ready to defend himself and the woman he’d fornicating with only moments ago. When the pepper spray hit his face, his attitude only changed slightly, but when it hit his privates, he turned into a blithering idiot.
» Posted By Doug McIntire On 07.29.2011 @ 8:43 am
I used the heel of my left hand to swipe the tears from my eyes, holding the revolver with my right. And although the tears had been swept aside, the underlying emotions still blurred my vision. My arm, and the gun had been slipping down; I brought it back up to bear, threatening my posture. This was my mother I was threatening to kill for chrissakes! I had become a monster. But if I didn’t pull the trigger now, I would become something far worse.
» Posted By Doug McIntire On 03.06.2011 @ 4:13 pm
Not to get too specific, but it seems to me that it was “you” who said that we needed to head for Mexico. And now, after days of hard riding, we have a posse standing between us and the Rio Grande. And now you want to bitch about it? It’s a wonder I don’t just shoot you hear and leave you here in the dust, without so much as a pile of rocks to mark your grave.
» Posted By Doug McIntire On 03.03.2011 @ 7:35 am
It came down to one basic fact; I need to drink blood. And it has to be live, human blood. All of the new, politically correct vampire stories would have you believe that we can drink pig’s blood, or blood that has been donated to a blood bank. We can’t. We can only take it one way, and that’s fresh from the vein. Of course, that has its downsides too. In basic terms, that means one thing; we drink the blood, and whatever is in the blood. That could include drugs and alcohol, but more importantly for us, the HIV virus. We were immortal until that came along.
» Posted By Doug McIntire On 03.01.2011 @ 10:00 pm
Easy, but I was not cheap. My employers paid handsomely. And well they should, for I didn’t just fulfill a contract. I made it worth everyone’s while. I didn’t just kill the target. I wined and dined him. I seduced him. I gave him his last night of ecstasy. It was my trademark. And I never left them, customer or mark, dissatisfied.
» Posted By Doug McIntire On 02.28.2011 @ 7:29 pm
A quick glance told me there were at least ten tables between me and him; maybe twelve. It was impossible to reach him before he made his escape. His grin told me that he knew this as well, until the cacophony of a gunshot caused him to falter. A crimson dot decorated the exit wound on his forehead. As he fell toward me, I saw may partner standing behind him, her smoking gun still held steadily aimed at where his head had recently been.
» Posted By Doug McIntire On 02.25.2011 @ 8:48 pm
I plugged the device into the outlet and turned back to woman seated on the chair before me. She was naked and captive, and would remain so until I had answers to my questions. I picked up the two leads, clamps on the ends that looked like they came from a set of jumper cables. I stroked the clamps together like a knife on a sharpening steel. The resulting sparks had the desired effect as she showed the whites of her eyes.
» Posted By Doug McIntire On 02.22.2011 @ 7:01 am
Drunk? I am not drunk. I was playing cards with some friends. Sure, we were drinking, but drinking doesn’t mean drunk. When you’re playing cards, one has to maintain. That is, if you plan on winning. If you don’t, well then, knock yourself out. Get hammered if you want to, but don’t come back crying to us. You’re either in, or you’re out. If you’re in, then you’re expected to play.
» Posted By Doug McIntire On 02.19.2011 @ 10:56 pm
I didn’t invent vampires, but I did discover one. I was a cop then, working a beat on the east side. That’s when I first saw him. He was pale, and definitely out of place. He walked through gangland without a thought or hesitation. And the gangbangers left him alone. That’s how I knew he was something different.
» Posted By Doug McIntire On 02.19.2011 @ 9:15 am
We fell in a tangle, our bodies intertwined in a dance of familiarity. It wasn’t sexual, but it was intimate, close. We were as one, each part of us in close contact with our counterpart. It was seductive. But I knew the game, and so did she. This dance was to the death, and only one of us would survive. If I proved skillful enough, it would be me. If I were lucky, it would be her, bearing my offspring.
» Posted By Doug McIntire On 02.17.2011 @ 4:40 pm
He stared into the microphone, fear evident and overpowering. The thousands of people in the audience faded from view as the microphone became the sole object of his attention. He swallowed hard and then reached up to tap the microphone to see if it was on. It was. Finally, after several long seconds, he cleared his throat and began. “He’s dead,” he said.
» Posted By Doug McIntire On 02.14.2011 @ 7:28 am
The needle pierced the vein, injecting warmth and hope and happiness into my vein. I was too far gone to realize that they removed the rubber tubing that was restricting my blood flow, but I felt euphoria unrestricted as it swam to every vessel, every artery of my body. I was free. There was nothing I could not accomplish. That is until the vampire serum caused my heart to flat line. I remember the sounds of the doctors become increasingly more distant as I swam away.
» Posted By Doug McIntire On 02.11.2011 @ 8:21 pm
I’m not a coward, but I know when to walk away from a losing battle. I was the only man in my unit who wasn’t wounded or dead. I knew there were too wounded to evacuate them, so I grabbed up my lieutenant. Not out of any kind of loyalty or friendship, but he had the best operational knowledge of our alien enemies. He was our best hope in surviving the next battle.
» Posted By Doug McIntire On 02.09.2011 @ 7:39 pm
I looked around frantically, trying to see who it was. Someone was using a controller spell to make the king dance like a marionette. If I could discover who it was and stop them, then I would be in the king’s favor. Then I could do more than jest.
» Posted By Doug McIntire On 02.05.2011 @ 1:40 pm
Back To Stats Page
The gun discharged as I tried to wrench it from her grasp. We momentarily stopped our struggle. I didn’t feel like I had been shot and I was about to renew the struggle, when she let out a gasp and released the weapon voluntarily. I turned to follow her gaze and saw where the bullet went. Blood ran through her lover’s fingers as he held his hand to the side of his head.
» Posted By Doug McIntire On 02.04.2011 @ 10:57 am