Chapter 1: Yuna. "Wow, it's been quite the day, James!" managed to utter Yuna, in-between two breaths. "You don't say. I haven't been that tired in a long time, and I don't know if I'll ever be able to walk again!" he smiled, panting. Both friends, James and Yuna, had spent the day running for charity. Summer wasn't there yet, as spring had just recently...
Copyright Oggbashan November 2010 * On the refrigerator in our kitchen is a collection of magnets. Most represent places we have visited but there are a few donkeys. Why donkeys? Each one represents a present given to us by our extended family. They also have magnets of donkeys in their houses. Each one represents a donation to a charity that works in th...
Amith was enjoying the power he had to decide which woman gives how much amount of hair for charity. Since he used to tell the barber how much to cut, he wielded complete power on what the woman on the chair would look like next. He had already given very short cuts to a lot of the women who had sat in the chair earlier. He used to get rewarded for every cut...
This is the first in a series of stories about consequences. Thanks to Angel Love for her comments and editing. My name is Eve. I'm married to a man named John Constantine. We met and married when I was twenty-three and he was twenty-six. He has a brother, Robert, a little older than he and they both lived with their father Salvatore and their mother, Cha...
i woke up to the exciting tapping sounds dancing across my door, I opened my eyes sleepily, rubbing them with my fingers slightly. "What?" I called out. "Hurry, open the door." My sister, Sam called back. I threw the quilt off my body, exposing my naked self to my room, I threw a t-shirt over my head and pulled some panties on, before unl...
"Please Mommy! Can't we go see Santa?" cried the twin girls. Victoria Kramer was wishing she was anywhere but the mall right this moment, but here she was, and of all days, she was there on Christmas Eve. She was here because her mother called her in a panic asking -- no begging -- her to pick up those special cheese nut balls that only Hickory Farms sold i...
I am a beautiful woman. My hair is the color of sleek gold, my face is reminiscent of Marilyn Monroe, my body a collection of long luscious curves like some modish ergonomic furniture design. I have to dress cautiously or I stop traffic. But I’m not just a pretty face. I have a master’s in English Literature and I am studying for my doctorate. I am an only...
Copyright Oggbashan October 2017/September 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. *************************************************...
"Hello everyone and welcome to another episode of Fuck or Fortune! I'm your host Danny D!" A tall man standing at 6'1 says into the camera while holding onto a microphone wearing a red blazer, white dress shirt, black tie and a pair of black trousers. He's standing on a spacious stage in a fairly large warehouse. "Now for all our new viewers o...
Jessica slumped onto her bed in her teal silk pajamas and sighed. Her first week at college had come to an end, and her early classes had gone well, but she didn't feel satisfied. She had always been a quiet, shy, introverted girl, but she had naively hoped that going to college would suddenly change everything. "Just for once," Jessica thought to...