WARNING TO READERS - This is a long, rambling story and VERY British which has been divided into several parts for ease of editing and reading. The individual parts will make more sense if read in sequence as they follow straight on chronologically. Parts Seven and Eight have been amended and brought up to the present day and are now offered as a single rath...
We made it back from France with an additional person in our retinue and 3 days before the start of the next term. It had been an interesting holiday for everyone. The fledgling jewelry enterprise that Jane and I were funding was really taking off. There was, also, huge interest in the US for Bea and Nils' line of jewelry after Bea's paintings had garnered s...
Prologue This story is a rewrite of a story I previously wrote entitled "Coming Home." I have used many of the same characters but the plot has changed significantly. It is as far as possible historically accurate although of course the characters and the plot are fictional. The Nazi U Boat threat in 1941 was gradually strangling the UK supply lines and Me...
Chapter 6 - Checkups Dave sat in an easy chair in the home of Cory and Lean Donaldson, two members of the Atlanta Group. The home was on newly acquired private property on a large plot of land about halfway between Atlanta and Macon, Georgia. The land owner was Owen Bennett. Dave, Alice, Owen, Julie, and Cricket had flown up in Dave's jet on Friday afternoo...
I am new to writing. I'm sure I still have much to learn. This is my first attempt at a submission on this site. I hope that you enjoy it. This story is fictitious, but the basis comes from true events. It's a bit long with a slow start, so probably not the best for those looking for a quick thrill. Please vote and leave comments. I never understood this ple...
For Lian. 'It is not enough that I succeed, everyone else must fail.' Genghis Khan. 'Be the change you want to see in the world.' Gandhi. ****** Cool air. He smelt damp and old stone, a little musty. Beneath it, fainter, the resinous smell of wood. "You alright, Jayden?" Gentle Irish lilt. "Yes, Father." He swallowed, nodded briefly, Father O'Connell...
A few weeks I posted this story, in two parts, into the "Celebrity" category using names of personalities that you may recognize. The title of the stories is "The Anchorwoman, the Meteorologist & her Son." If you want to see who these personalities are click on my name on this story and you will find the story. I wanted more people to read the story so I ha...
CHAPTER I: Stages Holliston, NC July 22nd, 1912, 10:15pm. With little more than the hazy moon to light his way, Charlie parted ways with Enos and Tom, his friends from the cannery and followed his own street home. The chilly night air was unusually still; Charlie couldn't hear any crickets chirping, only the dull, regular beating of his own boots upon the...
For some people working for a company that sells sailing holidays would seem the ultimate perfect dream job. Dave Ross was nobody's sailor, even he admitted it but the job suited him. He was an almost thirty four year old graduate and now the lead Human Resources person in a sizeable public limited company that spanned most of the world. He was responsible...
Labor Day weekend was coming up fast. I was really excited, Billy was taking me on a trip to Las Vegas. I had never been there before and couldn’t wait to go. We had a room reservation at the Bellagio from Thursday to Monday. I wasn’t working at the time, so I had no problem getting away. I was also still living at home, but since I was 18, and my parents ha...