Japan was much the way Michael Stone remembered it. He had spent a great part of his youth here. He looked at the buildings as the taxi he was in drove through the streets of Tokyo. Not much had changed. The neon signs still glared above, while the streets and sidewalks were covered in people of all races. That would make hunting here harder, he knew. The t...
After I finished college in the early 90s in East Asian Studies, I decided that I wanted to go to work in Tokyo. My first job was at a large mercantile trading company with a huge headquarter office in the central business district. The office was traditionally configured in a large open plan with more senior staff by the windows and new recruits like me arr...
Chapter 3: Bound over and over again. The opening of the small window in the door let a little light into the gloom of the cell. The voice of Mr Hornchurch whispered, "I would have further talk with you, Mary, but you will have to agree to be restrained." When I put my hands through the door, the manacles were put on. He entered the cell, passed a rope thr...
This story is dedicated to my father, a prisoner of the Japanese for four years in WWII. Sadly he died before I ever understood the things that he must have experienced. My lack of understanding no doubt contributed to the estrangement between us, and my inadequate attempts to reconcile prior to his death. As I researched the story, I found many accounts fr...
This is the story of how I, Anna, became a human milk cow. It all started when I lost my job as an English teacher in Japan. After falling in love with the culture and language of Japan I decided to forsake everything in my old country of Sweden and move to Japan permanently. I managed to get a job as an English teacher in order to pay the ridiculously hig...
Harumi and I had been married for twelve years. We had met and married in Japan in the early 90's, then moved the States the following year. We had our only child, a boy named Andy, 9-months later. Ironically, we conceived him the night we arrived in America. It was 2005, and we were living just north of Raleigh, North Carolina. Harumi was a stay-at-home m...
Preston Rogers an ordinary white boy from Cornfield, Kansas was a nerdy, hayseed kind of a kid. It started the year that his parents bought him a microscope for Christmas. He did not want toys like the other kids; he wanted books on chemistry for the things he needed to learn, beakers for the experiments he needed to do, and slides for the samples he wanted...
Disclaimer: JAG is the property of Donald Belisaurio, CBS, and Paramount. All other characters are mine and fictional. * * * * * March, 1992 Cape Hado Okinawa, Japan They had left the world of military protocol far behind them. John and Sarah pulled into the driveway of their remote cottage, far from the prying eyes of the world, on a cliff overlooking...
Fluffy's Futures: Cara/Tachikawa Ca I knelt there, dressed in solid black with blue accents, blood pouring all around me, wondering why things always seemed to turn out like this. Shoving a body off of me, I stood, pushing my silvery hair back into a pony tail. The room was quiet around me, dead quiet. I know, bad pun for one leaving behind multiple corpse...
Eric was just spending the summer over in Japan with some friends of the family. His own family had some business to attend to, so they sent him over to Japan to get a taste of life outside of the States while they were away. He was nervous the entire time he was on the plane but also felt a weird rush of excitement when he got off. He was met with four peop...