I hate Ottawa, Amina Samundri thought to herself as she walked out of the MacDonald's restaurant where she'd worked for the past year. Today was the last straw and the young Indian woman knew it deep in her bones. After one too many arguments with her racist manager Anne Tremblay, Amina got in the plump old French Canadian woman's face and told her exactly h...
Low tolerance for bullshit, that's something I most definitely feel every day of the week. There's an epidemic of stupidity out here in the Southwestern United States, and I wonder how long it's going to be before I lose it and smack a damn fool. I'm already in anger management over kicking some bitch's ass at Wal-Mart last month, so I don't need any more tr...
Hopefully you have been able to read part 1 of this story. Up until my car was bumped by Geoff Roberts I was a 25 year old girl leading a normal life. Three years at University and two years working for a Financial Company meant every day had routine events of work and home, however, my meeting with Geoff changed all that. * Geoff is a successful entrepren...
I had been living in Istanbul (Turkey) for more than a year. I was teaching there in a foreign high-school mostly to young female teenagers from 15 to 18 years old. Most of them clearly did not give a shit about my science class but were much more interested in trying to turn on their young and athletic teacher who at the time was only 25. In fact it was eve...
I spent a good deal of the early 80’s in the part of the Middle East known as the ‘Levant’ – Lebanon, Israel mostly, plus a few sides trips to places like Egypt and Turkey. It was during this time that I developed an appreciation for Middle-Eastern women with their thick, dark hair, their flashing, almond-shaped deep brown eyes, their olive complexions. And...
I'm going to make sure you stay dead this time, Ceylin Uygur said grimly as she swung the sword, swiftly decapitating the towering zombie whom she once called dad. The thing that had been Erol Hurrem fell and lay still, but his severed head still moved, his slavering jaws still twitched. Three days ago, fed up with her stepdad's constant physical and verbal...
I'll leave it to the reader to decide if this is a work of fiction or non-fiction. For those of you who have been to Turkey I'm sure you will guess correctly. Gayle, my wife, and I were into our second week of a 2 week holiday in Marmaris. We'd seen the sights at Ephesus, Pammukale, Turkish villages and enjoyed the obligatory gulet trips to Turtle Beach and...
It was not something Hannah could put her finger upon: much less describe. There was a feeling, not a strong feeling more a nagging doubt that all had not been as it seemed; that the man's bonhomie and easy conversation was a trifle contrived; that there was more to his pleasantries than met the eye. But she was not sure; it was only a small worry at the tim...
I walked from the door of the plane, through the white makeshift hallway and into the Dalaman Airport of Turkey. I pushed my sunglasses to the top of my head and readjusted my shoulder bag and took a deep breath. Biting my lip, I glanced to the left, and then the right, looking for the location of the baggage claim. Interpreting the Turkish signs with the...
I’d been unemployed for nearly six months. We were making ends meet, just. My wife was working as many hours as possible as a receptionist and I was picking up casual work when possible. Thankfully our son was in the Army and our 17yr.old daughter had moved in with her boyfriend to make things easier for us financially. As there was no answer from my pal’s...