The bus had taken us 50 kilometers east from Kraków in Poland to the museum of the holocaust at Auschwitz-Birkenau. Many buses, several taking our party and others with other groups dropped us and we walked to the iron gate crowned with the motto "Arbeit macht frei". "Three Million Jews walked through this gateway to die" lied the guide "My Grandfather was...
Alessa took a deep, nervous breath to try and still the butterflies flying around in her stomach as she looked herself over in the mirror. Staring back was a beautiful woman, wearing a dress so thin and revealing, she thought of it as little more than a cloth with strings. It was the kind of thing that she'd expect a cheap whore to wear. The word burned dee...
Chase stared with growing unease at the narrow causeway that stretched out across the churning waters of the small bay. Lined on either side by a sloping buffer of massive rocks and broken stones, it connected the moors to the castle and appeared to be the only way in or out. The castle itself was a marvel of masonry, a part of the earth that clung to the cl...
This chapter was originally unedited as were the first few chapters. I received a sort of random e-mail from Captain Siren with some really good feedback. She is a voluntary editor and really helped me clean this up so it flows better. I was both startled and pleased when she offered to help me make the chapter flow smoother. I hope the changes we made do he...
My bicycle shop in Seattle was doing fantastic business, I'd just bought my first house, and life was generally going great. The only thing I was missing was a girlfriend. I knew I wanted to get married and start a family some day, but I was so busy with work that my social life had taken a real backseat. I'm 33 years old, in good shape, and fairly attract...
By Dan57 and Cih Amit's return Lydia had stayed home during the whole Diwali festival in fear of falling into the clutches of Sir Nigam or Vikash, the police officer. She was still trying to immerse deeper in the Indian civilization : so she had lit up a traditional row of twenty diyas (ghee lamps) to celebrate the return of Rama and the victory of good ag...
Part 1: Playing a Role So this is my next project. Hope you guys enjoy it. It takes place in Colombia and my characters are Hispanic and so they switch between English and Spanish every now and then. I tried to make sure I translated they're Spanish statements shortly after they spoke them. But here are Some basic translations of words I used a lot. Hermano...
They arrived at their destination, which was only a mile or so south from the field turnout. The western sky was flashing up again like a neon billboard on the Vegas strip. The second wave of the storm system was going to crash hard on the countryside. Dylan had pulled the vehicle into the long driveway that led to the yellow building. The same yellow build...
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Anna was young still, right? She was still hot, right? She'd gotten married at 24. The first year or so had been great, but life had gotten in the way the last few years and at this point she was more just going through the motions. Her tits weren't quite as perky as they'd been at 18, but she still noticed a few construction workers put down their hammers a...