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...
Huginn's Yule or, How the Jólfaðr Came Calling on Yuletide Eve * © 2019 Chloe Tzang. All rights reserved. The author asserts her right to be identified as the author of this story. This story or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the author except for the use of brief quotat...
Scent Marked: A biologist learns her true power on the trail of the snow leopard My heartfelt thanks to mollycactus and Brittni4u for their generosity in reading and editing this story. Chapter 1 "Fucking bollocks!" I uttered softly as I watched the large chunk of ice break away from the cliff where my axe had struck it, trying to give myself an anchor...
It had already been two days since their returning from Digha. On their arrival at Kolkata, Pawan Kumar was feeling exhausted and tired because of continuous fucking with two girls. He called the girls, and said, "Hey girls, listen to me. I am exhausted by fucking both of you at Digha. Now, I want to take rest for few days so that I could rejuvenate myself....
CHAPTER 1 Richard sat on a marble bench inside the courtyard. A warm breeze ruffled the small trees surrounding him. He sat, back straight with his hat sitting on his knee. A dark walking stick leaned against his leg - a gift from his father when he was younger. Here and there little birds flitted through the slightly overgrown topiary, singing as they did....
This story is submitted as part of the "One Night in XXX" story event—a collection of stories that all take place in a single night in a specific place. "You're going to kill us both, Zhang," I told the cabbie in his native Mandarin as he whipped across two lanes to pass a Maserati on Al Asayel Street. "You don't want to die all alone, do you?" Zhang asked...
This is a story of fiction. Any resemblance to persons living or dead or institutions is coincidence. * CHAPTER ONE Nineteen fifty seven was not a particularly notable year for the world, or for the inhabitants of the United Kingdom. Of course there were quite a few people who would look back and say. "That was a good year, a very good year." But for man...
Barbara's tears fell on the white pillow case. After sobbing for several minutes, she reflected on what she had heard. She couldn't have imagined that comments regarding a photograph that had been taken twenty-years ago--nearly half a lifetime ago--could hurt so much. The photograph of Gordon and her displayed in the antique, sterling silver frame that s...
This is a story of an exhilarating experience of two couples. I met them through the responses to my story writing. I have described it as it was narrated by some of the involved parties. It is comparatively a longer story of relationships. There are feelings and emotions, which should be inherent part of physical sex between a man and a woman. My story may...
They were all grumpy and exhausted after the near-fiasco in Mexico. But Esther refused to let them put Jacob and Tomiko in danger by staying any longer than necessary. By the afternoon they'd returned the rental cars and picked up their own from the airport lot. While they made preparations for the next long drive, Esther sat with Jacob. "Why go all the way...