Copyright Oggbashan June 2015 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. This story refers to an older oggbashan story Miranda The Witch but...
Summer had come and gone, and Diane and I had really settled into a rhythm. We had not discussed anything with our relationship yet. We remained lovers, but I felt as though she was feeling more. I hoped it was not just my desires affecting my perception. Neither one of us had taken anyone else into our beds all this time. Even though it had nearly been a ye...
From a darkened doorway, the one-eyed man stared at the neon-lit diner across the street. His permanent squint caused as a result of losing an eye in a bar fight many years ago. He pulled up the collar of his shabby raincoat, crossed the street and entered the diner, where a muscular man in a grey suit was sipping on a latte. As the one-eyed man approached h...
Robert looked up when his wife Rachel walked into the room and asked him one more time to go with her to the party. Robert sighed, "Honey, it’s a costume party. I worked all week and I’m bushed. I really don’t feel like getting into some weird costume and parading around wringing wet with sweat.You go ahead with the girls and have a good time. I’m just goin...
The room was dark, lit only by the five candles positioned at the points of the pentagram. A cowled figure was chanting and making motions with his hands over the folded bundle of cloth sitting in that same pentagram. If anyone had been there to see and hear, they would have been sure they had heard the language, but could not have told you what it was. The...
I often read jokes that make me laugh. Then I think about what a good and humorous story they could make. So I decided to write about a few of them. I hope you get a chuckle out of it, or at least a smile. A big thank you goes to Mistress Lynn for taking of her time to edit this story. **** Roy and Martha Simmons had been married for over forty years. Even...
College life wasn't as fun as Katie had imagined it, even though she had survived her freshman year and now was a "sophisticated" sophomore. Sure, it was nice to be independent, and going to school in Sunny Florida was a nice departure from her home in Maine – especially since it was now well into Fall. Her sorority life was good – she got along with almost...
Sigh, It's another Halloween year in October here in the town of Warren Valley, Ohio. For me, I just stay at home in my house with some twisters or butterfingers watching the Nightmare Before Christmas or listening to the monster mash on Youtube. One week ago before Halloween, I got a call from Jake. An old friend from college saying that he would like to ha...
The evening had begun so well; now it was ruined. She was drunk, not so drunk that she couldn't function, just one stage beyond a good buzz. At that point where inhibitions collapsed in the face of the alcohol; where those insecurities normally locked away come to the fore. Worse, she was aroused. Incredibly aroused. The night's events had brought her to...
Next time I’ll check the memo. I hate memos. They never say anything. There’s usually a dozen a day to read, sort, and file. And they get lost. That’s what I did with the Halloween memo. Actually, I probably threw it away. Without reading it. If I had read it, it would have reminded me of the annual Halloween costume event at work. Everyone was to wear a...