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Shweta Patil
BONDED
- Romance
- English
- 4 Words
- Ages 12 and up
- 351
- 3
It started when she was 16, an ordinary girl living in pennsylvania. She was shy and incentive preferring her own company with a book in her hand in any secluded peaceful corner she could get.
Opposite of her was her best friend Jenna, She was bubbly and lively. Always out partying and dragging her whenever she could.
One day, There was a pool party at one of the richest guy in her school and every teenager was looking forward to it as there were almost a very few occasions this big in that small town and there was no doubt that her friend took her even if it meant she has to stick her with a glue to her back or pulling her with aleash tied to her neck for that matter.
As the day drag closer, she went with the inevitable. halfway through the party, a sharp pain hit her like a sledgehammer throughout her neurons. She held her head as all the surrounding blurred.
Isn't the headache starts after waking up the next day due to hangover or was it jumping on her now because it was her first time?
She made a mental note to never touch the booze again for future references and squinted her eyes to detect her friend from the enormous cloud as blackness tried to envelopes her in.
She has to get the heck out of here.
No one ever told her about the alcohol effect this worse.
Clutching the marble countertop behind her with her hand to keep from falling, She tried to keep her sanity. Relief washed her as her watery eyes landed on Jenna's horrified face as she registered her twisted expression with the agony coursing through her before falling to the ground.
Thought she heard a gasp escaping from around her.
Alas!
Her mind was conjuring horrifying images and she thought this was the end of her suffering as Exaggerating as it sounds but if only she knew that from the second she got up there was a presence in her head which she would not get ride of for the rest of her life or would she? [more]
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Jones M
The Variations
- Romance
- English
- 127931 Words
- Ages 16 and up
- 1558
- 6
Kate Marie is a college IT student starting her third year. She expects it to be as uneventful as the first two years, but she is shocked when she finds out the whole class has to do a project that would affect their class performance. She is mostly taken aback when she finds herself doing the same project as Chris, the guy she has been avoiding because of an incident that happened in high school. She is unprepared, and she wonders what her junior year has in store for her.
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"You lied, Kate," Chris suddenly spoke. It shocked her out of her trance as she looked at him.
"W-what?" she said, her voice quivering.
"You said you weren't affected by me. Look at you. You're already feeling me without me telling you where to touch me."
Kate opened her mouth, planning to deny his accusation, but she realized he was right. She had been touching his torso, and it had made her wet with arousal. Humiliation burned her cheeks, giving her the sudden urge to leave.
"Where are you going?" Chris growled, raising his knees up. The action made Kate gasp as she was forced to sit near his crotch. She could feel his shaft hardening beneath his jeans.
"I didn't tell you to leave, now did I?"
"I didn't mean to touch you like that, Chris," her attempt at defending herself sounded weak, even to her.
"Oh? You're still going to deny it?" Chris moved closer, having his torso brush up against her clothed one. The contact did not fail to make her shiver.
"Tell me, Kate. Aren't those your nipples poking through your shirt?"
Kate looked down, gasping when she noticed the pebbled organs.
"Didn't your breath pick up when you touched me?" he continued, staring at her with his heated expression.
"Chris--"
"And if were to reach a hand between your thighs, wouldn't I find you wet and ready for me?"
A sudden silence filled the room. Kate was speechless in front of Chris. Her crotch was pulsing with need, and she did not know how to proceed.
"You want me, Kate," Chris confirmed. "Just as much as I want you." [more]
Keywords: college, young adult, mature, chris, kate, gwen, emma, ben, alex, humor, contemporary, romance, love, high school, project, story
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CD Sanders
An unbending physicist
- Thriller
- English
- 97504 Words
- Ages 16 and up
- 197
This warm-hearted and funny love story captivates with its lively dialogues. In conjunction with an exciting conspiracy thriller it offers the reader an incomparable reading pleasure.
Already with his first words, he underlined his reputation of a hard and always frank lecturer, “I don’t intend to remember your names. Not because I’m not able to, but because I don’t want to waste any brain capacity. It’s needed for more important things I can assure you of this. Most of you will not be able to follow me and the complex subject anyway, so you will soon leave the course.”
Full of expectation, Theresa looked directly into the professor's eyes. He was around 6’1’ and rather skinny. His curly hair was tamed by a short haircut, which made his narrow face look younger. The professor seemed charming to her. That is he was charming until he opened his mouth.
“What a nice guy”, Theresa thought when he introduced himself.
Theresa Winter enrolls at the University of Berlin after a thirteen-year compulsory break from her studies. There she meets the Scottish guest lecturer Peter Calder. She takes a course in quantum physics with the ingenious but quite misanthropic professor. His cynical appearance does not put her off she falls in love with the extremely intelligent man. Two extraordinary people meet, who seem to be made for each other. If it wasn't for the big age difference.
Thirty-one year old Theresa simply brushes aside the concerns of the not-so-young man calling them “bullshit". But is it really as simple as the young woman imagines? The young pretty woman, who is anything but rational, turns the quiet world of the perfectly rational physicist upside down so that he soon thinks he is going to lose his mind.
Together with her professor, she takes quantum physics a big step forward. Exactly the field in which her parents had done research. When Theresa and Peter are kidnapped by the former boss of the Winters, Edward Barnes, Theresa wonders into what her parents and now she herself have gotten into. And what about the dangerous man-in-the-suit who seems to be everywhere?
They receive help from Interpol agent David Connelly and his wife, investigative journalist Sarah Ritter.
And what does the computer specialist from Europol Tom Bauer know? [more]
Keywords: Thriller, Conspiracy Thriller, extraordinary love story, lively dialogues, Microwave drive, Science, research, Love story
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Lisa Ann
AUTUMN ROSE
- Romance
- English
- 5448 Words
- No Age Recommendation
- 3049
- 157
"It's hard to trust someone, when everyone you ever opened up your heart to, has let you down and pushed you away" The day before Autumn's 16th birthday was when her world world was changed forever. It was the day her parents were killed by an enemy pack as they were trying to protect Autumn and her older brother Blake. But what made it ever worse was that it also was the same day that Autumn got kidnapped and the last time she thought she would see Blake. Those 4 months she was gone were the worst months of her life. Now it's 2 months before her 18th birthday and ever since her kidnapping almost a year and a half ago she has never been the same. Without her older brother Blake and their Aunt Kelly, Autumn would never have been able to get through everything that's happend to her. Since then Autumn doesn't like it when other people touch or get close to her in any way. She flinches at anything, she has trust issues and she doen't like being around any guy or group of guys alone. The only ones she trust are Blake and her Aunt Kelly. Plus she has nightmares that haunt her and a heart that can never be fixed, but that's until she meets Hunter. Ever since the begining of summer, all Hunter has heard about from everyone was that two new kids had moved into town and would be going to the high school. For the three months that everyone had off for summer, Hunter has only met Blake, the brother, but not his younger sister. When he met Blake he knew right off the back that Blake was a Shifter or werewolf as some may call us, just like he was. After they met, Hunter knew that he would get along well with Blake and his sister, but thing was that he still hadn't met her yet and couldn't figure out why Blake would become all defensive when he would ask about his younger sister. So what happens when Hunter runs into Autumn one the first week of school. Will Autumn allow Hunter to get close to her? Will she be able to tell him her secret? Can Hunter help Autumn turn back into the fun, outgoing, loveable, happy girl that she once was or will her fear of everything hold her back? But can having the support of her brother Blake and her love for Hunter help her survive or will it destory her? [more]
Keywords: love, family, high school, werewolves, secrets, new town, friendship
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Dee Dee
The Club DT Collection
Gay Storys
- Romance
- English
- 38529 Words
- Ages 16 and up
- 47
1) In his arms
Sebastian feels lonely. For some time now he has been harbouring a desire for change, and he knows: he would have the opportunity to take his life in new, exciting directions. But is it really worth the risk? Then he receives a surprising text message whose content makes his heart beat faster. And when he is later approached by this unbelievably attractive man in his favourite club, he senses that this evening is the night of decision ...
2) Yes or no
Julian is a nice, friendly guy. Boring, he thinks so himself. No wonder the men he fancies are not interested in him. Men who know exactly what they want - and take it. But then, by chance, he meets Sascha, who seems to be exactly the man he has always been looking for.
3) Heart beats mind
Lars is new in Berlin - and for the first time he has found real friends in his flatmates Marc and Sven. When the two of them drag him to a trendy bar, he is not enthusiastic at first. But then he meets Andy. And he is completely different from the guys he usually goes for. He definitely doesn't have a dream body, but strangely Lars isn't bothered by that. He feels attracted to the other boy and can also imagine more with him. However, there are also Marc and Sven who look down on Andy. How will Lars decide - for his friends or for the boy who has quietly crept into his heart?
4) Mister DT
Theme party at Club DT! The search is on for "Mister DT" - Mike can hardly wait to attend this event. It's going to be a party! Of course, he has to go without his friend again, because Sören, fifteen years older than him, doesn't think much of such superficial things. Mike is annoyed by this. In the meantime he realises more and more often how boring Sören is. Do they still fit together at all? [more]
Keywords: Gay Romance, Gay, LGBT, Love, Romance, Short Storys, New, Bestseller, Club Romance, New Adult, m/m, boyslove, boylove, lovestory, 4in1, eBundle
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L.W. King , H.R. Hall
History of Egypt, Chaldæa, Syria, Babylonia, and Assyria
- Fiction
- English
- 114018 Words
- Ages 18 and up
- 2
Henry Hall (Egyptologist)
From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia
For other people of this name, see Henry Hall (disambiguation).
Henry R. H. Hall
Born 30 September 1873
Died 13 October 1930 (aged 57)
London, UK
Nationality English
Fields Egyptology, Assyriology, Archaeology
Institutions British Academy, Egypt Exploration Society, Society of Antiquaries of London
Alma mater St John's College, Oxford
Known for his excavations in Egypt and Mesopotamia, being Keeper of the Department of Egyptian and Assyrian Antiquities at the British Museum
Influences Francis Llewellyn Griffith
Dr Henry Reginald Holland Hall MBE, FBA, FSA (30 September 1873 – 13 October 1930) was an English Egyptologist and historian. In life, he was normally referred to as Harry Reginald Hall.[1]
Contents
1 Early life
2 Career
3 Personal
4 References
5 Further reading
6 Selected bibliography
Early life
Henry R.H. Hall was the son of Sir Sydney Hall, MVO, MA, a portrait painter and illustrator for The Graphic newspaper, and his wife Hannah Holland. He went to Merchant Taylors' School, London and showed an interest in history and ancient Egypt from an early age. By the age of 11 he wrote a history of Persia, and by 16 he had gained some knowledge of the ancient Egyptian language.[1]
Hall studied classics at St John's College, Oxford, as well as Egyptian history and language under the tutelage of Egyptologist Francis Llewellyn Griffith, gaining a BA in 1895, his MA in 1897 and later his D.Litt in 1920.[1]
Career
In 1896 he started work at the British Museum as an assistant to E. A. Wallis Budge, becoming Assistant Keeper, Department of Egyptian and Assyrian Antiquities in 1919. On Budge's retirement in 1924, Hall became Keeper of the Department of Egyptian and Assyrian Antiquities, a post he held until his death in 1930.[1]
He worked with Édouard Naville and Edward R. Ayrton in the excavations at Deir el-Bahri, Egypt, from 1903–07, and also dug at Abydos with the Egypt Exploration Society expeditions of 1910 and 1925.[1]
During the First World War he was attached to the military section of the press bureau, and in 1916 moved into Intelligence and was later attached to the Political Service in Mesopotamia with the rank of captain. He was twice mentioned in dispatches, and was made a Member of the Order of the British Empire.[1]
Combining in an unusual manner a knowledge of Egyptology and Assyriology in almost equal degrees, he was indefatigable in the service of the joint departments in the British Museum. While in his later years he had not the opportunity to take part in excavating expeditions sent out by the Museum, he was of great assistance in organising the expeditions of Dr. Campbell Thompson at Nineveh and Mr. Guy Brunton in Upper Egypt. He was, despite an initial and boyish brusqueness of manner, a charming colleague and tactful in the division of the spoils of excavation when these had been acquired jointly with other bodies. On the ar [more]
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Fouad Suleiman
Mosquitoes and Political Madness
A society of mosquitoes interact with humans
- Fantasy
- English
- 27092 Words
- Ages 18 and up
The lecture
Kameela, the Superpictus female mosquito, stood on an oak coffee table where most of the light coming from the neon side lamp was focused, the light was strong and sharp, it was a kind of light Kameela fancied. Mumbo, a Bifurcatus Male Mosquito, stood beside her looking at the black and white spots on the front edge of her wings, then back at her eyes which were open wide. Kameela then looked up at Mumbo who was more than five times her size. "You know, I really don't understand why most humans consider us to be evil" Said Kameela.
-"If only they knew how sophisticated we are, they would probably change their minds" Answered Mumbo.
The electro-magnetic waves coming from Flinty, a Sergenti female mosquitoe who's about the size of Kameela, reached the antennas of Kameela and Mumbo, "Look at me guys, look over here" She shouted. Kameela and Mumbo looked at her from a distance to see her standing on the shoulder of a man, sucking out his blood, and by the look on her face that was gradually turning red, one could tell that she was enjoying every millisecond of it, and that she saw no aggression in the act she was engaged in. The man was lying on his single bed, reading a romance novel, totally unaware of Flinty’s presence. He had no shirt on for it was one of the hottest days of October 1996. Kameela and Mumbo signaled to Flinty to come and join them. Flinty took her time for she knew that the man was totally engaged in reading, and had no idea what was going on, and besides, Flinty perfected the act of sucking blood to a point where she did it with full confidence, and she was skilled to a degree that she could sense if a man noticed her or not by his perspiration rhythm, which she could feel by her antennas. When she finished her act, she flew proudly and joined the couple who were standing there in the light. Kameela shook Flinty’s hand and said “I’d like you to meet Mumbo, my friend.”
-“Nice to meet you Mumbo” Said Flinty, and shook his hand in caution, for he was a huge mosquito. “Where are you from?” continued Flinty.
-“I’m from down town Haifa, the slums of down town” replied Mumbo.
-“You’re a local too, like Kameela, how nice”.
-“I’m a Bifurcatus, so watch out” He said.
-“Oh, I had a very close Bifurcatus friend back in Jerusalem when I was younger” Said Flinty, and because most mosquitoes were racist against Bifurcatus mosquitoes, mostly because they are extremely clumsy, Mumbo figured that by mentioning that she had a close Bifurcatus friend, in a way, she was hinting that she’s not a racist character. Mumbo was very sensitive to that issue.
Mumbo smiling “So what do you do?”
-“I am a student of economics”
Mumbo stepped away and said “Oh, you’re into business”
-“What do you do then big guy” said Flinty.
-“I stand and talk” said Mumbo.
-“He’s a stand up comedian” followed Kameela.
Flinty smiled. [more]
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Brendon Nutt
From Between Worlds
The First Chapter, or Where I'm At Now
- Horror
- English
- 9207 Words
- Ages 16 and up
- 196
The supernatural has always been a part of my life, regardless if I wanted it to be or not. I had convinced myself so much of it was the overactive imagination of a kid who spent too much time in his head in order to cope with all the shit life threw at him. The memory is a fickle thing, a picture book drawn by a bad artist, an unreliable narrator picking away at the important bits while slamming square pegs in round holes to try and make them fit a narrative. It is also something of a benevolent protector, shielding us from what lies just beyond the veil that divides our fragile concepts of reality and the sledgehammer that is the truth. These last few months really showed me that. So, where do I begin talking about the events that became the hammer to the glass that was my hated reality?
*click*
“Really?” I said to the barrel of a six shooter staring at me dead between the eyes, “I’m trying to have a serious introspective monologue.”
The trench coat wearing man dressed like John Wayne taking himself way too seriously, with his one pure as white eye and a hole where the other would have been stood at the other end, looking like something made from the fever dreams of the Duke himself.
“Jusssstice…” he hissed between gums and rotted teeth, proving that America has always had one hell of a health system.
“Yeah, yeah, yeah... fuck you. I’m tired, I’ve been driving for hours now, I can’t remember the last time I slept well, and most importantly, I’m not sure if I mentioned, but fuck you. So what if its gone!? Better for us, you all don’t deserve to be here anyway, you get that?”
I know, I know, this is a weird place to start, but something about having a gun pointed at your head by a homeless looking Wyatt Earp when you haven’t slept well in awhile just gets you thinking. Reflecting on how you got here. In the grand scheme of what’s coming up, this guy is nothing more than a distraction. Hell, if this was a movie, right now we would freeze frame, have some music and I’d say “I bet you’re wondering how I got here!” Here’s the thing, we won't be coming back here, at least not for a long time. Maybe not ever, because what I’m trying to convey here is that life is absurd. This whole damn thing is funny, it is dumb, and then its gets very, very real.
“Jusssti”
“Yeah, I get it! Justice or whatever, fuck you bu..”
*BANG*
Chapter 1:
The truck backfired and sent puffs of black smoke into the warm desert air of Southern California.
“That’s… probably a good sound,” I said, leaning up against the closed driver door of the white, I think a Ford, truck, my arms crossed on the rolled down window.
“Its normal,” retorted Parker tiredly as he tried to start it again. He reached down to where normally keys would go, and hits a two button switch he had moments ago set-up since he had lost the keys.
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Keywords: comedy, horror, ghosts, supernatural, dreams, nightmares, sleep paralysis
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sumani ibbott
A Rich Girl
A Paid Girl
- Romance
- English
- 1 Words
- Ages 8 and up
- 1226
- 4
“Definitely not your fault,” I shook my head. “When, where, who and why?”
“Tomorrow night at seven at my uncle’s estate. Family reunion. Sexual orientation will be questioned again if I fail to come
“Sorry, I wasn’t thinking.”
“Definitely not your fault,” I shook my head. “When, where, who and why?”
“Tomorrow night at seven at my uncle’s estate. Family reunion. Sexual orientation he asked hopefully, large chocolate brown eyes pleading with me. will be questioned again if I fail to come without a date,” Scott had a pained expression on his face. “I’ll pick you up at your dorm.
I tried not to laugh. I was two years older than Scott who, by the way, was not gay. He was just too shy to actually talk to girls and I was the only exception because he’d seen me as a business deal in the beginning. He was one of the few that actually stuck around to become friends with me.
“Aw, Scottie,” I gushed, ruffling his hair and earning myself a flat look. “You know I’ll do anything for you baby,” I cooed, making him go red. He was so adorable; if he wasn’t too good for me, I’d keep him and screw the money.
“Thanks, Shawna,” he muttered, whirling around and walking away with his hands jammed into his jeans. Like I said: adorable.
But the next moment I sighed, feeling the familiar tears prick my eyes. Sometimes I really hated myself.
I knew exactly how tomorrow would play out: when I got back to my dorm after classes I’d cram in some information into my brain before starting to get ready at five. I’d choose something pretty and flattering, but not too flashy; Scott had a decent family. I’d put on some make-up, pin up my hair, but I’d ditch the heels, I mused. Scott and I were nearly the same height and it would look awkward if I towered over him. In my mind, I picked out the flats that would go with the sheeny purple dress.
Then Scott would arrive at six, probably with an exotic flower he never forgot to bring me. We’d laugh and talk in his car, with Scott getting steadily more nervous the closer we got to his family, despite the fact that we’d both done the process before.
He’d walk me in, be greeted by an overwhelming number of relatives before they’d play Noah’s Ark and each of them greet, squeeze and kiss us two by two. Scott would probably get patted on the head more than once during dinner while his thrice-removed cousins would openly hit on him. Maybe we’d share a laugh over it.
I’d be sweet and charming, the adorable girl that the mothers wanted for a daughter-in-law and that fathers wanted to control their sons. Then, after more promises to visit soon that neither of us meant unless it could be humanly avoided, we’d leave and Scott would pay me.
I sighed again, blinking fast. This was so humiliating, but it paid well. And the benefits were always amazing – dinner or some prestigious event with incessant male attention nearly every evening and at every holiday. I just wished the attention wasn’t fake. That the kisses were real. That the arm around my waist would send thrills down my spine and the secretive smiles we exchanged meant more than I can’t wait till this is over.
Looking around I realized that I was alone in the enormous auditorium. I walked outside past the bulletin boards advertising used textbooks, a good time, job applications, more good times with less than good girls, and of course, there was his name.
I shook my head, not even bothering to come up and read all the comments underneath it. Adam Ferrell’s name was covered in hearts, lipsticked kisses, and I could only imagine the things written underneath it, having read several of these posts before. His name and picture were all over the school.
So delicious.
Sexy!!
Mouth-watering.
I jizzed my pants when I saw his name.
I know, right??
Lookin’ good, babe!
And then there was my personal favourite, Oh my god Adam, PLEASE EAT ME!
It stopped being funny after I tried finding a spot to put up Wildlife Fund posters and got them torn down because it covered his name. Now I had a personal vendetta against the guy. But honest to hell, there was no bare spot in this school that hadn’t been Adamized.
He was treated like a god. And he wasn’t even a celebrity or anything, just really good at sports with a really good body and a really sexy face. The infuriating thing was that he was a jerk, player and a heart-breaker.
I’d had the misfortune to run into him once. Literally. After making a humiliating comment about controlling myself in public around him, he’d shouldered past me and said loudly, “Sorry, babe, but you just don’t do it for me.”
Scowling at the memory and altogether feeling downright awful, I leaned back and karate-kicked the swinging door open.
I hit someone in the face.
“OW! Joseph, Mary, and sweet baby Jesus!” someone said in a muffled voice. They sounded furious. i had squeezed my eyes shut when I’d kicked, and now I kept them that way.
I heard footsteps approach and then a dangerously low voice sounded from right in front of me. “Look at me, dammit!”
I cracked a single eye open and then closed it again. “Oh, dear God.”
“Normally I’d ask what you wanted, but this isn’t normal,” Adam Ferrell bit out. He had a bruise forming underneath his left eye. It made his landscaped sculpted face look even more dangerous and hot, but I wasn’t all that happy to claim responsibility for his face modification.
“Whoops,” I said neutrally, staring at him like an idiot.
“Whoops?” he repeated, livid. “Do you know who I am?”
I levelled my gaze at him, not sorry anymore. “Nope.”
He looked at me in disbelief. “Are you a transfer student?”
Figured he wouldn’t remember. “Yep,” I nodded, playing dumb. “Where is toilet?”
But something was dawning on his expression and he pulled his phone out to check. He looked up and down from my face to his screen several times. His gaze hardened.
“Is this you?” he thrust his screen into my eyes. I found myself looking at the picture Joel had taken a couple hours ago.
“No,” I lied, enjoying his incensed expression. I never knew he had anger management issues, but boy did Adam need to calm down. I guess smashing the door on him hadn’t helped, but that was an honest mistake. Anyone could’ve done it.
Right, I told myself sarcastically. Because people walk around karate-kicking doors open.
“Yes it is you,” he persisted stubbornly.
“Fine,” I shrugged, “Your boyfriend cheated on you. Beat him up, not me.”
Adam closed his eyes for a moment and I heard him counting under his breath. I smirked and he caught it when his eyes flew open.
“Excuse me,” he began again, “But are you Shawna Roberts?” he asked me in an impressive attempt at politeness.
I narrowed my eyes. Oh, hell no. “Depends on what you want from her.”
For the first time that Adam and I had – well, not talked – I saw him smile and I finally understood the reason that so many girls were jumping off bridges for this guy
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John Percival
The Way of the Dollar
Trading currencies for profit
- Business & Economics
- English
- 52180 Words
- Ages 12 and up
- 787
THE WAY OF THE DOLLAR
TRADING CURRENCIES FOR PROFIT
As readers know, my approach to analysing the currencies – its method – is essentially anti-crowd. We look where the crowd is not looking for an underlying rationale for the direction of the main trend. And we use a series of contrarian* sentiment indicators designed to orient us in the opposite direction to the crowd. This method has worked well, and it is timeless so it should always work. The method is OK. If we can have confidence in it and can apply it, we shall win.
"My all-time favourite currency guy is John Percival (now retired and living comfortably in the French countryside I understand). My respect for his insights over the years is immense."
"I have been a reader of John’s newsletter for over 20-years. I have learned a great deal from him, through his writings. There is a wealth of insights which I took from a very beaten up copy of his book, The Way of the Dollar, published back in 1991."
"Mr. Percival doesn’t know this, but he was the only mentor I had in this market. I read his book from cover to cover to cover … pages are falling out … highlighted and notes everywhere. His book provides more insight every time you go back to it. And I go back to it often."
"John Percival made a key point in the book that struck me – my belief in what matters when it comes to markets has little to do with trading success. I believed I was well armed given my freshly-minted MBA in finance and economics. I had already worked as a financial analyst and even did a stint in the never-never land of corporate strategic planning (talk about being paid to do absolutely nothing of value). Anyway, Mr. Percival’s book opened my eyes, but at the time I still didn’t understand just how valuable his advice was."
"After years of trading and barking up all kinds of analytical trees, with major failure and moderate success in currencies, I went back to Mr. Percival’s book. This time I appreciated what was right there in the introduction:"
Finally one had to see if there were other relationships which had any predictive value for currencies like inflation, trade, money supply, oil prices, economic growth, et al. So far, the conclusion is that few such relationships and none of the relationships that most observers seem to rely on are useful for predicting the dollar.
"Say what? I thought to myself. Heck, I have all these so-called analytical skills and education and now I’m effectively being told by John Percival if you want to trade currencies and make money, you better pack up that degree and see the market for what it is, not what you think it is with your left brain dominance. John Percival argues in his introduction to The Way of the Dollar:"
Because the systems constituent parts are mostly based on human behaviour which doesn’t change, not on fashion, we can be confident it will continue to work.
The financial markets, as anyone familiar with them knows, are deeply paradoxical. They have a logic of their own which is why in a way the opposite of normal logic. Hence the market adage “sell on the news” applies to good news not bad news. Hence other bits of market lore like “a bull market climbs a wall of worry: a bear market flows down a river of hope.” Markets do whatever they need to do to confound the greatest number of people.
This happens because prices reflect expectations. If everyone expects unemployment to rise, or a trade balance to fall, or inflation to remain steady, there is no intrinsic reason why they should be wrong: the expectation doesn’t affect the outcome. But if everyone expects shares to fall, or the dollar to rise, there is every reason why they should be wrong: because current share price levels already reflect the expectations of lower prices, and the current level of the dollar already discounts a rise. In other words, the expectation vitiates the outcome.
"You can see why John Percival is an excellent mentor."
"When I first got started focusing on currencies, I did my best to think only about what John Percival talked about in his book and push out all the smart rational analytical skills I was confident I had already learned. I didn’t realize the quality of this little book I stumbled upon; it was a true gem in the world of investment book wasteland where most reside, or should. I went on to do extremely well with my first real trading account."
Jack Crooks, Black Swan Capital
Copyright Notice and Disclaimer
THE WAY OF THE DOLLAR
Copyright © John W H Percival 1991 [more]
Keywords: currency, trading, profit, contrarian, sentiment, dollar, success, crowd, conversion process
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