Greater New York Jinro could see cranes dancing in the imperial garden at Kyoto. Their antics, wings flapping, necks dipping and gyrating, were graceful, choreographed by evolution over thousands of years. The vision was faded like an old photo or distant memory. He'd left Japan with to live with his American father when he was 9, and filled his head with t...
Myself Vinit Chawlani, I'm 26 working as a sales representative for a reputed firm in Chennai. With lots of income and lots of spare time. I usually go to office around 10 AM and return back around 5 PM, 5:30 PM to 10 PM I hang around with my friends usually. I have a childhood girlfriend named Preeti Mahesh, as we were classmate she's of course of my age. S...
Nights were hardest now. The dark uncertainty of morning -- and what might come, like shades of gray marching across her ceiling, because even Copenhagen's wharves lay quiet now -- whether by day or night. The constant stream of rumors from the south, of Germany and Austria on the march once again, had unsettled even her father -- and nothing ever unsettled...
I am re-posting Chapters 11-14 without the epilogue appended to the original. This has been replaced by an re-written ending, closer to the original which I lost when my computer died. Thanks for reading. TTB Jack and Diane Chapter 11 I stretched, languorously, only to be brought up short as the bruised muscles of my belly screamed their memory of the prev...
Inspector Abberline kept the handkerchief over his mouth and nose, as he smelled the musky scent of blood and death. "Dear..." he gasped as he looked at the body. This victim was the worst so far. The body horribly mutilated and the face hacked beyond recognition. Blood was smeared all over the floor near the woman's head. He had never seen it like this bef...
It'd been almost six weeks since I was purchased by David. He had shared with me what information he had gathered so far. I had met all the key players and it was just a matter of finding an in. I had resisted at first, but David aka Lieutenant Stephens, had pulled rank on me. I had to join the other prominent wives little social club. David thought it woul...
***** A great many people have undertaken to portray Agatha Christie's Belgian detective, Hercule Poirot, but in my opinion, none has done it as well as David Suchet, star of ITW productions of Poirot. It is his image that I use as my visual and those of Hugh Fraser (Captain Hastings), Pauline Moran (Miss Lemon) and Philip Jackson (Chief Inspector Japp). EN...
Note All Characters are fictitious and comprise composites of facets of persons and are not intended to represent any actual individual persons either living or dead. Slaved The fan above the bed creaked and groaned ineffectively in the suffocating heat, barely cooling the legion of flies that crawled exhaustedly over it, the clock said three a.m which me...
This is a long story, 57,000 words. If that doesn't appeal to you stop reading now. There is very little explicit sex in the story and what there is, is a long way in. If that is what you seek. Then look elsewhere. * Chapter 1 Will Wainwright never knew what hit him. He was two days out of St Peter Port Guernsey, on route to Gibraltar, where they woul...
"We've got to get you dressed up. The inspector is coming today," Paul said. "You wouldn't believe the look my boss gave me when I asked for the day off, but don't worry. We'll make a day of it." Maddy had been with Paul for so long that she had lost track of time. Each day blended with the rest: long stretches alone and at home while Paul worked at the sup...