Dad's new car was a Triumph. Actually, it wasn't really new and was not much of a triumph either. He was proud as punch, though, bringing our first family car home the evening before our annual week's summer holiday. Holidays were a trying time back in those days, the early 1960s. For the short six weeks of the school holidays, the weekends became like the...
(I posted this story right after it happened under a different username a few years ago. But now that Renee and I are submitting stories together under this username, I thought it would be nice for our readers to be able to read it here. And I can't really infringe on my own story copyright. It took place January 1st of 2003 when I was still in college and o...
"Name?" "Miko Kubo." "Age?" "Twenty-three." "Nationality?" "American." "What is the purpose of your trip?" "Pleasure," I replied as I removed the neon green Billabong cap for the photograph. The rest of my tour group preceded me or followed close behind, chattering excitedly amongst themselves. I also had a stuffed Bugs Bunny in my carryon luggage, ju...
In the little village in which I grew up, the whole idea of making soul cakes to give out to the poor on All Saints Eve was a bit ... well ... strange. Apart from the Mays (who owned both Manor Farm and the stone quarry) we residents of Lower Steadlea were all as poor as each other. Nevertheless, sometime during the last few days of each October our cottage...
I had just finished my third year at college and was back home at my parent's place. I was driving down the street towards the house when I noticed someone was moving in a few houses up from us. I didn't pay much attention and I headed home. The next day my Mom asked me to mow the lawn and so I fired up the mower and started to cut the grass. I hadn't been m...
Nathan's a good looking man, tall and broad shouldered. Naturally blessed with lean, chiseled features, he's something of a small-time con artist. Nathan likes to rely on the kindness of strangers. He enjoys people's trust. His toffee coloured eyes give the impression of generosity and warmth. In his presence a person can be made to feel both interesting and...
The Hotel is upmarket and quiet -- I use it frequently, and you know it well. You enter the hotel room and kneel before me -- wearing a demure cardigan, blouse and long skirt. I like the idea of you travelling to meet me looking like everyone else, but being so much more. The idea, that people on the bus that you have caught think you are just coming home...
Charlene was aching to show her tattoo to some guys. She did not want to show off to anybody she knew because they were all married and she was afraid the wives would get mad if they found out. I was hesitant to give her too much encouragement because after the episode in the tattoo parlor, I was afraid she might lose control and do more than show her tattoo...
Copyright Oggbashan January 2019 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 heavy snow reminded me of my long term neighbour Simon....
As Marco and Suian walked off, the day had suddenly turned hot. I'm sure Suian had a lot to do with that, but the temperature was definitely warmer than any other day so far. I'm pretty sure it's time to hit the closest beach and take in the sights. Since I hold the only vote for such a venture, I approve the idea and head back to my hotel to pick up my sui...