I boarded the plane and found my seat and put away my carry on bag sat down with my laptop on my lap. I sat waiting for the rest of the passengers to board, hoping that if I had to have someone sitting next to me it would be someone who wasn’t totally awful. Contenting myself with watching a particularly hot attendant help everyone get settled in I saw a lad...
The best thing about the twelve-hour flight from Heathrow into Hong Kong was being able to pass the crowded immigration area and head straight for International Departures and the Cathay Pacific flight to Bangkok. There was going to a wait of a couple of hours so I turned into the first bar I saw, dumped my shoulder bag and climbed onto a stool. The barman...
(This account is a little long, so it will be done in 3 parts. The background for the trip can be found in my other writings and can give a good historic reference. All I can say is "You shoulda been there!") * "Don't bother about trying to get cheap airfare to Cabo!" Carl said as he entered the den. My heart absolutely sank. "Why not?" I asked with a l...
Clutching a small case to herself protectively lest it get knocked from her by all of the people who were rushing past her, bumping and jostling her, Stephanie Lucas looked around the huge airport uncertainly. The corporation Stephanie worked for was hoping to do business with a firm that was based here in England and the matter was seen as being so importa...
Author's Note: As promised, here is chapter 5, a very direct continuance of chapter 4. And, as always, I love to hear from you guys in any way, so feel free to write me. Hope you enjoy! Chapter 5: Take Off I was honestly expecting Ms. Vega's home to be massive. It wasn't small by any respect, but it wasn't it's own gated mansion either. It was simply a la...
This is my entry into the Valentine's Day story contest. It is a tale that takes place in the high fashion industry, and how love sometimes finds people in places and ways they never expected. * Sally Hemmings sat looking at the Valentine card that had been left on her desk before she arrived at work that morning. It was very beautiful and ornate, and smel...
The mall seemed surprisingly quiet today to Raine today. Maybe because it was early on a school day or maybe because the kids were not with her...not having them to cater to makes every trip out seem so much easier. Her mind raced as she strolled down the wide halls of the new mall, every store looked like one she'd never been in before even though she had s...
Marta Salas hated flying, even in the luxurious surroundings of a private jet. She gripped the armrests, bracing herself as the wheels left the runway. It was a short flight, she told herself, no more than a couple of hours from Denver to Las Vegas. Maybe it was because she was brought up on an island, she loved the sea, or perhaps it was the knowledge that...
To Ruth, my dear friend whom i miss dearly... I was traveling from Atlanta to Los Angeles for business and my trip did not get off to the best of starts. To begin then handle on my suitcase, the telescopic type, fell apart and I had to carry the suitcase from my car to the ticketing counter. Then to top it off, I happened to stand in line next to this an...
The bitch shot me. The Doppelgänger pulled me back into the car and drove me to safety where I could feed and heal. I battled conflicting venal regret and perplexing gladness at having left the mesmeric vampire gut-shot -- but alive -- on the side of the road. Never leaving a predator alive behind you is a pretty good universal precept of successful surv...