The Japanese gentleman was called Fudaki Shimizu. He was from Yokahama. Fudaki was in London with his wife, Rumiko, and their four-year-old daughter, Ishi. Fudaki worked for a corporation. He would be spending the majority of his trip in meetings in office buildings close to Great Portland Street tube station. He was slightly built but steely looking. He was...
I want to start off with thanking you for your patience. I hope it is well rewarded. No matter what we do, sometimes life gets in the way of our hobbies. As always I do hope you enjoy reading it as much as I had writing it. I've had a long standing love of Irish lasses. Their eyes, complexion, smiles have always warmed my heart, and a few have broken it....
Thank you for reading this story. It takes place in the UK's record-breakingly long, hot summer of 2018 when everything felt unusual and old secrets long hidden were given up by the earth. There's more story than sex in this one. Please leave a comment if you'd like to, as I really appreciate those of you who take the time to write them. Everyone in this...
Hi, my name is Tom Graham, I am 29, an architect, working out of an office in deepest Clerkenwell in the City of London. With a reasonable knowledge of the French language I get the pleasure of occasional visits to our Paris office, and it was on one of these calls, to interview some new staff, that I met, and slept with, the delectable Lisa Andrews, a stewa...
"I am stuffed," the turkey said, "completely stuffed, can't move, couldn't eat another pellet. What do they put in those things anyway?" "Calm down Tarq, what's rustled your feathers this morning?" "Oh, I dunno, Tina, it all seems so wrong. I mean, I love three square meals every day but this constant supply of fast food is relentless." "You don't have to...
Authors Note This story was written for the National Novel Writing Month 2011 in November of that year and was completed on November 29th 2011, although the editing took a little longer, hence the slight delay from finishing to publishing the book. The setting for this story is a small town in the Midlands and is expressly designed to be around seventy sho...
CHAPTER 1 Todd Hamilton was one of those unruly-haired guys in dirty T-shirt and jeans that appeared salvaged from a trash bin. Todd's father Bert owned and operated Hamilton Lawn Care Services and except in emergencies his son didn't mow but Tom sat in the office early evenings and arranged rosters, mowing schedules and sent out accounts and receipted pay...
Monday morning, life in the Jacobsen household pretty much resumed normalcy. We drove T&T to the airport first thing in the morning, kissed our 'alternate spouses' goodbye, pretty passionately, picked up the kids from my parents and Addie drove to Mountain Home to begin negotiations on the new store building. I kept the kids home Monday since we'd been apar...
This is my first Contest Submission: SUMMER LOVIN'. The title of the contest sparked the idea for it. My muse and memories of summers-gone-by inspired it. One lonely spirit came to me and asked me to help set them free. I hope I succeeded. Please Read, Vote, and/or Comment. I love getting feedback and do take criticism into consideration. Enjoy and Thank You...
Schoolies Week An "In A Sunburned Country" Event Story © 2018 Chloe Tzang. All rights reserved. The author asserts a moral 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 quotations in...