by Eric - 15th march 2007 - (505 words) For three days she had taken an evening stroll through the grassy area winding among the palm trees, ‘bathing’ in the cool of the autumn freshness. Her demeanour overflowing with a calm joy as she took advantage of newly acquired freedom to stimulate her skin with the fresh taste of contentment; recently blossomed maturity pulsing like a beacon through smooth, pure, firm, budding curves. by Eric - 9th December 2004 - (1386 words) My family had settled well in the ‘west’; Vietnamese village life was but a lingering memory as if it were the plot of some science fiction novel we had all read some time ago. Mother missed the old ways a little, but Father and my two brothers were busy working; ‘for the dollar’ father would always say and laugh. I did not really miss my old life at all, as school here offered so much more and the opportunities of a quality education allowed me to dream my way through any life or profession I could imagine. ... by Eric - 29th December 2004 - (2129 words) My journey began on the 19th of April 2004; our Social Sciences Teacher had arranged for the class to visit the local nursing home. Interested residents were to talk to us and we would then produce an essay of their experience, as an assignment for class. Our teacher explained how the residents would enjoy the young companionship and we would benefit from the experience, while also improving our intuitive writing skills. ... by Eric - 7th November 2005 - (722 words) It's 5:10am and I'm sitting on the front steps, again. It's a curious custom, yet I've grown fond of it, it's how I prepare my mind for the day ahead. It's also the only time I have for myself, the personal stuff, thinking through all those 'what ifs' that float around my head from time to time. by Eric - 19th August 2005 It was with some conviction that I entered the bathroom looking for a vacant cubical, the orange juice after my lunch seemed like a good idea at the time. It wasn’t until I was washing my hands that I noticed her sitting there. She was on the floor her back against the wall, her slender arms embracing shapely legs, which were squeezed against her chest. She was looking up towards me; her knee carried the red mark where her chin had been resting. Her eyes were dry, although the red rings around them gave their recent history away. by Eric - 9th September 2004 - (6010 words) It was only eight in the morning yet the mercury was nudging one hundred degrees on the sun-soaked Parvan soil, of eastern Afghanistan. Lieutenant Kelly Cassidy sat in a cockpit at the controls of her aircraft, which was neatly parked in the keyhole entrance slightly off the end of the ten thousand foot runway at Bagram airfield. It was Kelly's turn to play 'the waiting game', a polite colloquial term given to rapid deployment stand-by duties. Her Fairchild Republic Thunderbolt II was loaded to the teeth with an array of weaponry, fuelled to capacity, ready for action, and waiting.