This story was co-authored by AlwaysHungry and MusicalChick. Dear Arielle, It has been a year now since we met in Kuala Lumpur. Those three days went by so fast, and there is a lot that I have never told you. The firm that I work for expects me to maintain good relations with our clients in Malaysia, and one way that I do that is by participating in their...
Author's note: Firstly thanks to Scotsman69 and Thomas Drablézien for their absolutely invaluable feedback on my first version of this story. As a result of their comments, I've corrected some of the more obvious historical and linguistic errors in my story. I hope that the result is now better and more credible. This is a bit of a departure for me -- a pro...
This is a true story of when I met a VIP, on a flight to Singapore on Thursday 28th October 2010. The names have been changed to protect their identities ... if I told you, I would have to kill you. ONCE AGAIN, HUGE THANKS TO 'THE BIG BOPPER, WHO ALSO WRITES HERE, FOR ALL HIS HELP AND ENCOURAGEMENT. I have been an airline flight attendant on internation...
=========CHAPTER TWO==THINGS GET STEAMY========== Prague, Kingdom of Bohemia, Austrian Empire October 1853 Antonín Čapek (pronounced Cha-peck) was an engineering apprentice, working under the moderately famous Heinrich Hahnrei, owner and proprietor of Hahnrei's Hydraulics. Heinrich, the fifth son of a minor Austrian noble family, used what little capital...
Sven stared at Kirsten. Standing just a few feet away with hands on her hips, that seemed even more luscious as they widened with her advancing pregnancy. He felt the sweat running down his forehead and threatening to blur his vision. It ran down his neck and onto his back too, collecting and staining the t-shirt he wore. He gritted his teeth and tried wit...
1 Watching a livestream of Sukhumvit Road, Na knew she'd feel like a fish out of water... Bangkok... The lights, the traffic, the faces, streets brimming, floods of activity... One single city block had more people in its radius than Na had ever seen in her entire life, coming from a small rice farming village in Nowhere, Nakhon Phanom... Bangkok, Krung...
Author's Note: This chapter is dedicated to readers who have written to me personally and on the comments page. I appreciate all your feedback, good or otherwise. Writing this chapter has been a journey for me, and I also learn more about myself in the process. ***** Chapter 4 - Our Unfulfilled Dreams Mr. Boardmann greeted me at the door, with a harsh fo...
Editing magic performed by KJ24 and Shyqash, plus contributions by the regular gang of brigands and neer-do-wells Loving your enemy is easy ... you know precisely where both of you stand In case anyone cares: I do not hate China or the Chinese People. As a Global Power, the PRC is fair game to be a great antagonist in a fiction story. Not only do they have...
London must be the most miserable place on God's Earth on a wet day in January. There were five of us in the Library of The Exiles Club that afternoon. The New Year of 1887 was but a few days old and I had I come to Town from my customary refuge in Cheltenham to meet with my broker and take care of one or two other small items of business. After thirty years...
(Thanks to Shawhollow for taking so much time to edit so many of my stories. Thank you.) *Your private life and public life are never separate because the brain never stops thinking* "Are you going to tell me what that was about?" I hint to Echo as my car pulls away from the charity event. "I can't right now," she furrows her brow. "I need to think a...