Andy looked around the room, which was sparsely decorated for Christmas - a few ornaments, a tiny table-size tree and a few Christmas cards. Most of them were from friends, one from his family - who he didn't see at Christmas - a few from co-workers and businesses. In a few hours, it'd be Christmas - big whoop. He didn't begrudge anyone else enjoying the sea...
Copyright Oggbashan November 2004 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. * * * * * It started in September. I was out for the day with...
She screamed as ecstasy ravaged her body. No man had ever made Isabella feel that way. Darrell moved his head from between Isabella's legs and gently massaged her vagina. She glowed with the knowledge that she married a sex god. Their first meeting was awkward at best. Darrell knocked out one of his co-workers who was giving Isabella a hard time. He called...
Chapter 1: Getting Acquainted It is that time of the year again. A few weeks and Christmas is upon us; with all the sharing, joy, and good will that is such an important part of the Christmas spirit. What very few people realize is how close we came; last year; to having Christmas destroyed for ever. Not only was the spirit of Christmas in danger of being l...
Entered in the Winter Wonderland series WHO SHOT FATHER CHRISTMAS? A FESTIVE FARCE Manny Bertoni was suffering from a heavy head cold and his glowing mercury-red nose was becoming very sore and tender to the touch from his continual wiping with an increasingly wet and rough cotton handkerchief. He hated winter weather with a vengeance, a word which was ent...
For being as free-spirited as she was, Ginger had a few dyed-in-the-wool convictions. One of those was that Christmas decorations were not to be put up until the first weekend in December; anything earlier than that, she'd said many times, was just plain gauche. (She'd said it so often, in fact, that Archie had won $20 off a volunteer at the shelter three ye...
(If this story ends up in the Romance category, it would be a guy's concept of romance, so ladies, just bare with me here - I'm doing the best I can.) * I hate Christmas. Is that so wrong? I hate the stupid music, and the greedy children, and the traffic jams that begin on Black Friday and extend through New Years. And Christmas trees? What is that all abo...
Dahlia looked on with mounting dread as the first snowflakes of the evening drifted down from the heavens. As she peered through the frozen pane a worrisome frown drew in her cheeks and bunched wrinkles into her forehead, adding years to a face that was so much younger. There was a small piece of her that wanted the snow, but it lay sleeping in her memory....
Samantha looked forward to celebrating Christmas this year. Despite her joyous sprit, she was also lonely. Randall, her husband of 25 years, had just passed away last year from cancer and Katya, their 24-year old daughter, was away in New York at college. Her large, cozy house was decorated with Christmas lights and everything. Christmases with the two of th...
-While Frank was in the living room watching TV, Santa was in the den, making Merry!- Was the Christmas of 1988 the season to be jolly?? For some, maybe, but I, Will Schreiber, was having a particularly bad day How bad?? Well, I'd give it a 1.2 on the open ended HO-HO-HO scale. My misery peaked just before my 3:30 pm break when the dishwater blonde came w...