"You're going to the yukata matsuri, right Sara-sensei?" I looked up from my daily schedule towards my co-worker, Yuka. We were standing behind the front counter in the school's lobby. The what festival? I wondered. Damn, I wish my Japanese was better! "Um, the what?" I asked. Yuka giggled, as usual. She finds my lack of Japanese ability quite amusing. "T...
Caitlin was waking up in her bed. She yawned as she stretched her arms over her head. She climbed out of her bed, wearing a blue onesie bodysuit. She walked over to the bathroom, where she took a deep and long shower. Wrapping a towel around her body, she walked into her bedroom and noticed a note on her table, written by her mother. "Good morning my love,"...
His mother had warned him never to hitchhike. He should have listened to her. Of course, it had seemed like a good idea at the time. How the hell else was he going to get down to Salinas when his truck had a busted timing chain? It had seemed an even better idea when the woman had finally picked him up after he had stood beside the dark road for what seemed...
Louise taken to the past by a vintage dress has been unable to refuse its demands. She has sought help from a friend but will it be the help she needs. Chapter 1 The solitary thunderclap rolled across the sky, unable to repeat and break out into a round of rumbling applause. An ominous curtain raiser for the heavy rain that followed but, at least no light...
((Hi everyone! So...I'm gonna go on ahead and apologize in advance for this craziness. I got snowed in the other day and this just sort of...popped out in the midst of my cabin fever. Anyway, I hope you like it!)) --- Jodie gazed out at the ocean, a few wisps of short, peroxide-blonde hair flitting over her eyes. She knew that the shimmering sheet of water...
Chapter 17: Togetherness Maya was bored and killing time while Sue watched with contempt from the rack. For Sue, the whole boiler room had become a cyclical time bubble of constant fucking. She had no concept of whether she had been racked and "serviced" by the Busy Beaver robot for an hour or 5 hours since she could not see the countdown clock anymore; May...
This is NOT a stolen story by me. A man named Luke Ashwood stole tis story of MINE that was published on the old Giganews bulletin board back in 1994. I originally titled it "The Green Tentacles" and posted under the Username Smalltoe10. Mr. Ashwood at some point stole my story and then began publishing it under his name. * "No rest for the weary." she sa...
Victoria strapped her silver dagger to her stockings. She had been given a contract earlier on that cold, misty morning that had intrigued her too much to put off. Usually she would attend to contracts with a mercurial approach - highest paying, highest priority. However, every now and then a case came to her attention that she would address on the very same...
New Year's Eve champagne had me in a spin. If we had to post up under-grad duty on a holiday, I'm glad it was with Sam. I checked him out, but he already had his eye on me as I leaned up against the aquarium tank breathing hard – trying to clear my head. Sam, of course, wasn't his real name; it was Sandal – originally from Delhi through Oxford. He ogled me...
I am writing this elegy to the Greece I love at a time when it is being carved up like a Christmas turkey by the forces of so-called "modernisation" that have already ravaged the USA and western Europe. I am sick at heart at what is being destroyed, and the people who are being reduced to poverty and desperation. What can I do? I am a storyteller, so I tell...