Foreword These stories are based in Australia and written in the idiom the characters would use. Some issues in language variations I anticipated and built translations into my narrative. Others have caught me by surprise especially in their intensity. Generally, the intended meaning will be clear from the context if you don't cling too tightly to your us...
I put the letter in my purse, still fuming. "Relax, Vicki. You knew this would happen," Fiona sent me. "What was that," Mark asked. "The man who sexually harassed me over the summer is suing me," I said. "The THESE TITS guy?" Of course, Jessica said that a little too loud, which got a bunch of tables looking at me. Her father glared at her. "You kicked hi...
Leonard was waiting for me as I stepped on board. "Your cabin is this way," he said. We went down a level, passing the galley and crew's mess to enter a long hallway with doors on both sides. "Women's bathrooms and shower are here," he said as he passed the door. "Navy showers only; you get yourself wet, do the scrubbing with the water off, then rinse at the...
"Sarah you really shouldn't have worn that swim suit, you can see you're whole bum!" "Shut up mum!" Sarah's face flushed a pretty pink. Sally had said the same thing moments earlier in the car on the way here, but typically, she had to say it again in front of all her friends, just to get a laugh or something. "You should've seen the one she wanted to wear...
The beginning of a new week for the working guy. Thanks to everyone who has added constructive criticism. I appreciate the help from users on here who actually write the great stories. I am honored to have my stories read by some of the greats and their feedback means a lot to me. Any resemblance to biker gangs, biker rallies, restaurants, or websites on Ea...
Natalie and I arrived at Gill's boat one very warm summer day. This being the first time we'd seen it I was impressed. A very nice thirty-two foot sloop with a green racing stripe running down the hull. Carrying what we had plus some wine we preceded down the wharf to his dock. Crossing the gunwale and dropping down into the aft well, Gill then appeared tops...
To the literary purists -- This is a short story specifically designed to fit on one page. As such, there is no character development and no witty dialogue. I am not writing the next great novel. To everyone else, I hope you enjoy. * This story takes place 15 years ago when I was in my mid-forties, with a wife and a pre-teen boy. We used to head to a lake...
The Lakeside Guesthouse was owned and operated by a tall, well-built man of 45 named Carter. It was a little out of the way though and didn't do much business. There was a small room in the basement where Reg, the local handyman/gardener, lived in exchange for watching reception sometimes and keeping up the grounds and gardens. Carter tossed his boat keys i...
This story is copyright 2005, KenK. All rights reserved. Comments and suggestions welcome. * "Dana, this is Darlene. Listen, I'm giving you a quick call before Sue has a chance to phone you. Sue just called to invite Jack and I over this coming Friday after work for another pool party. It was going to be just the four of us, so I suggested that she also in...
This too shall pass... but not without a fight Author's note: This is my submission for the 2019 Winter Holidays contest, a continuation, and the wrap-up, of the stories "One Prince of Serendip," my submission for the 2018 Nude Day contest, "One Prince Revisited," my submission for the 2018 Summer Lovin' contest and "One Prince Summer Daze", my submission f...