Author's Note: This work is my contribution to the "Pastiches de Oggbashan" Story Event. This is a non-contest event, meaning the votes don't matter (just like on Who's Line Is It Anyway?). That said, I still gladly welcome feedback and if you'd prefer to read something not quite so silly, please check out my other stories which, regrettably or fortunately (...
(It was late autumn of 1960 and I was 20 years old and was following my hobby of bird watching. I had unfortunately been detained by Amelia Wiff-Naseford, headmistress, for being a Peeping Tom in the grounds of 'Dentwood Finishing School for Tall Girls aged 18 to 20 years old'. There were 120 girls registered at the school. I had decided not to get the pol...
Junior Year Abroad—Part 3 This is Part 3 of the Survivor Revival Challenge, organized by Tara Cox. This is the story of Jim & Marybeth, and eventually others, of course. You can expect daily installments. ***************** Jim is amazed by Marybeth's naiveté and her submission ******************* Sitting together in the loveseat of the elegant French...
Back in the early '90s I worked for a major corporation owned by a French holding company. Although we were expected to pinch pennies (Post-It Notes were not an approved expense!) we were REQUIRED to stay at the $250 per night Sofitel O'Hare when on business in Chicago. That was a total waste of money, as all we did was sleep and shower in the hotel room, an...
"Mr French?" the call came from the classroom, startling him from his reverie. He brought his focus back to see Jessica with her arm in the air. He stood and went over to her, trying as always not to think about how attractive she was. His senior biology class was small. There were only 8 students and he felt incredibly lucky to have Jessica as part of it....
This is a real story , some facts and locations have been changed: ---------------------------------------- It was a 5 day business trip to Kuala Lumpur , Malaysia with back to back meetings. Morning after breakfast i would head out and would end up in the hotel by 6 in the evening before going out again for boring dinner's (where i hardly talked to anyone...
Not quartering soldiers was a fundamental principal that America was built on during the Revolution. But one that Americans observed more in history than in practice now that more than 150 years had passed. It wasn't that the French seemed to object to their saviours' making themselves at home in ranches and cottages across the countryside. In fact, some ra...
Patches of snow flecked the dirt road in rural France as a squad of German soldiers rode by on motorcycles. A land mine exploded, destroying the first motorcycle, and killing the rider. The other motorcycles crashed. Their riders tried to shoot at unseen enemies. French resistance fighters quickly mowed them down with submachine gun fire. The resistance fi...
Copyright © February 2018 by CiaoSteve CiaoSteve reserves the right to be identified as the author of this work. This story cannot be published, as a whole or in part, without the express agreement of the author other than the use of brief extracts as part of a story review. This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings...
No, this not another ménage a trois but a story of three terribly interesting women, one a fabulous fuck, one joyously manic, and the third, a Simone de Beauvoir gone South: The Three Claires. Paul and his friend, the intellectual Claire, had been promising to introduce me to the other Claires ever since I moved in next door. But it wasn't until Mardi Gras...