For those who don’t remember, I wrote a short story that was submitted to a publisher looking for “the worst hotel stay ever.” It’s been about four months, so I’m going to go ahead and assume it wasn’t picked.
With that in mind, though, I thought I’d better let someone see it. So, without further adieu, I present “Hotel Radnor,” a story of a less than appealing hotel in London.
The story is here: “Hotel Radnor”
(click on the link, and if it asks you to save or open, just save it as a Word file)
Also, while it’s big in the news, go ahead and check out my honeymoon recap — “Orleans.” It’s really long, so brace yourself. It’s better to print and read in sections, and you might as well read it before the floods have washed away what’s left of a great city.
“Orleans” (click on the link, and if it asks you to save or open, just save it as a Word file)
Remember, I love feedback, and I love praise. I especially like praise.
corey,
i’m sure that the stories that they did pick started something like this…
“i was eating my continental breakfast when i found a dead rat in my blueberry muffin.”
i leave for seattle tonight, hopefully our hotel has only one bed, and none of that other shit.
eric
haha.
Have fun. I’m jealous. Seattle = favorite.
i know, that’s actually the only reason i’m going, so i can rub it in your face! just kidding, kind of.
ahhh, this time tomorrow i’ll be at safeco field drinkin’ beer. hooray.
eric