"USS Surefoot-A, Counselor Kami Hrelle's Personal Log, Stardate 47415.82: ESEK, WHERE THE [UNTRANSLATABLE] ARE YOU?" "T'Varik! I-" Kami had stormed into the Ready Room as forcefully as she could with her pregnant belly, unannounced, ready to lash out at her friend and First Officer – when she stopped and saw they were not alone. "Captain Pnarun?" The r...
I hear the laughter before I see their faces. They come around the corner of the house on a dead run, my children, the greatest loves of my life. Her short legs notwithstanding my daughter is out in front by a half step out distancing her brother. My husband and I named her Meaghan after a dear Aunt of his who passed away a few years ago. She has dark hair l...
Copyright Oggbashan October 2017 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. ************************************************* Clang! Clang...
"Children, be afraid of going prayerless to bed, lest the Devil be your bedfellow." -Cotton Mather *** "Zoe," Michele said, "I don't think we should be doing this." A draft blew through the basement as both girls crouched on the concrete floor, still wearing bits and pieces of their trick or treat costumes. Zoe was dressed as a witch; Michele was her bl...
Part 3: I Just Want Answers (or Neighbor Watching Neighbors) Monica Avery is a voyeur. She is a respectable, looks 65 but is really 52, skinny, gray hair sprinkled with some remaining black, horn-rimmed-glasses wearing, pension drawing, married voyeur! Monica's penchant for voyeurism goes back to a day in high school when she came home early from school bec...
This was slow in coming I realize but I hope you enjoy this chapter. If you are new to the story please read the earlier chapters for the context. ***** The party was at full blast as the birthday girl wound her way through the crowd at the edge of the pool near the BBQ. Jane was intent on tracking Tara down, who she guessed was holed up in the kitchen ar...
They are pretty, they are not, they are plain, mysterious, tall, short, slender and not so slender, but without exception, they know they are a Wallflower. There is no sex in this story. It is a little longer than my usual stories, but you will enjoy it. Every community has one, larger communities may have several, but if you look closely, you will find th...
Most days seems the same. Today was different. She had no idea how different it would be. Dede was scheduled for another 12 hour shift in the ER, when the VP of medical services decided that volume was so low that she could go home at noon. She didn't care because she was salaried, but the VP could reduce expenses by letting the extra hourly staff go and n...
This story is part of an ongoing series. The chronological order of my stories is now listed in WifeWatchman's biography. Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas. This story contains graphic scenes, language and actions that might be extremely offensive to some people. These scenes, words and actions...
Matti stood in the doorway to the bedroom of their suite, gazing at the woman he served. Reclining on the large bed, wearing only a thin silk nightdress, ending just above her knee, serene and beautiful in the light of the moon coming in the open window. The quiet of the Moroccan night outside their villa was broken only by the chirrup of insects, the rhythm...