Oh you don't know how fucking great I am... You just don't know... I work out every day. Even when I'm lying down and being still, the tick-tock machinery of my body is working to the orders of an insane old Russian woman ballet teacher-cum-gymnastics coach-cum-Stalinistic torture expert. I breathe to the rhythm of the glowing pulsing neon red blood-pumping...
Sometimes, I wonder why humanity ever invented religion, except perhaps as a means of further dividing the species. I mean, besides racial differences and disputes over territory, what other factor has contributed to more death and bloodshed across human history? I've noticed that in those movies and television shows about the future, such as Star Trek, they...
Steve rolled himself to the sickbay under his own power but was quickly overtaken by nurses and doctors asking this and that as they pushed him to a room. He let the sound of their fussing wash over him. He answered what he could like no, he never lost consciousness, yes, he was still bleeding in some places, no, his bones hadn't healed yet, no, no one else...
Copyright Oggbashan October 2020 The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work. This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons. The women's conference in Mumbai was drawing to an end. On this...
This Story occurs before the events of Age of Ultron and features many characters from the greater Universe. ***** The prisoner shuddered awake with a start: bolting upright only to rattle the chains holding her in place. Twisting in the wooden seat, the redhead groaned, head still spinning. Leaning forward she blinked hard as light slowly returned to her...
Disclaimer: I do not own Agents of SHIELD or Avengers: Age of Ultron or anything to do with Marvel. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. ***** Wanda Maximoff barely had a chance to settle into her new home before there was a knock at the door, which caused her to frown suspiciously. She could only sense one person outside, but there was...
Inspired by another series I've just found in Literotica : Kira and Rashid (www.literotica.com/stories/showstory.php?id=89548) where the central female character happens to have the same name as my own. Apart from the names and the flaying of Kira in front of the sultan/emperor, the two stories have nothing in common. - - - - Kyrhan woke up. For some reaso...
1. Months Later She sent him a text. Nothing flashy. Just a few simple words. Peter's with the Avengers. He'll be busy for a while. It was an invitation. One that a red-blooded young man like Miles couldn't refuse. So the webslinger came swinging by the Parker apartment. It was routine at this point, a tradition for the two of them that had been going on...
Angel sat on the edge of his bed, cradling his Italian loafers, brooding. He hadn't done this in a while and took him a half an hour or so to remember how to brood properly. He began to mutter to himself. "I can understand being upset with me. I can understand throwing me out of her room. Literally. But does she have to abuse my shoes?" He shook his head sad...
A Dramatic, Classical Story To reiterate, I defined a story as an artificial construction intended to give the illusion of reality. (What? What?) A dramatic, classic, which is the type I am interested in expounding on, is defined as: "The story of a protagonist who tries to get something which he/she desperately needs that is very difficult to get and su...