Archive for the ‘Scotch’s Tales’ Category

the swimmer, the poser and the scotch

Posted on August 21st, 2013 by Scotch

“He’s not going to make the exam, Essig. You don’t practice enough with him.” I looked at the swimming instructor in disbelief. “What do you mean ‘I don’t practice enough with him’? He gets more practical tips in swimming with his clothes on from me than you could probably think of.” “He needs to practice […]

First Nightmare – The Beast from the Blackness

Posted on June 21st, 2012 by Scotch

A deafening thunder strike woke Scotch up. Exhausted and confused, he swiftly surveyed his surroundings. He was still in his office. It was dark. His fingers found the keyboard of his laptop and interrupted the screensaver. Once his eyes had gotten used to the bright light, a glance at the screen made his heart skip […]

A Night To Remember

Posted on October 31st, 2011 by Scotch

“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhh!” I screamed from the top of my lungs as i jumped up and cluttered the fresh air of my newly decorated office with an impressive array of profane vocabulary. Of course that wasn’t enough and my leather chair had to take a kick. With cold sweat still dripping from my forehead I quickly glanced […]

The silly facts of life

Posted on July 12th, 2011 by Scotch

Do you see it, too? Birds singing in front of your bedroom window every morning, a cool breeze accompanied by gentle warm rays of sun, the sound of children playing in the park, your … neighbor’s wife enjoying the rising temperature in the backyard with … not too many clothes on… … you get the […]

Dear Diary IV (Carl)

Posted on February 9th, 2011 by Scotch

Some coworkers make working interesting. The fourth entry from Scotch’s personal diary is about such a coworker. Carl.