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The story so far: Lisbeth Somerset is a 36-year old English workaholic who teaches human rights at a university in an Arab country. She is caught handing a bomb to the assassin who had plans to kill the children of the local ruler and of other dignitaries. That ruler, Sheikh Fouad, consumed with rage, considers the death penalty even too lenient for her and...
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...
What a wonderful warm spring day in the country. I was walking along the water's edge, as I normally do for my afternoon walk. I could hear the birds singing, and out of the corner of my eye, I saw 2 squirrels chasing each other. I love this land I live on. I got tired of the city, the noise and the hustle and bustle of every day. It was time to realize my...
During my last semester in high school, I drove to Austin for a sort of orientation session sponsored by the University of Texas. It was mainly a PR deal to showcase the school, but as a country boy I wasn't going to miss a chance to go to Austin and enjoy the "big city." I was staying in an apartment with a friend from my hometown who was several years old...
Blown to pieces, a war hero returns home for Halloween. It was a Tuesday, just after 9am, when Brad heard about the plane crashing in the Twin Towers. He didn't have a first class until later and he was still in bed. His dormitory at Boston College was alive with people congregating in the corridors and in one another's rooms and they had already burst in h...
Author's note: First attempt, after many years. Feedback appreciated. All characters are over 18 years of age. Thank you for reading! "And to add to that, our third roommate is moving out next month, so now we have to find someone else to take over her lease!" said Sarah, my hairdresser, as she meticulously worked on my fade. This was only my third appoint...
Thomas Pierre Calvary is the name that fate and family saw fit to give me, but T.P. is what my friends call me. I was born in the town of Boston, Massachusetts, to a Haitian father and Ethiopian-American mother. I know, it's not exactly a mix you hear about every day, that's for sure. My parents themselves, Jean-Pierre Calvary and Elisabeth Melkamu come from...
The USO had announced that there was a country benefit concert at Pairs Island months ago, but just a few weeks before the show, a raffle was held for an once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. That opportunity was a chance to go backstage after the show and meet two of the performers, Taylor Swift and Kasey Muskgraves. Every marine serial number was entered into a...
I can hear the radio playing softly. I strain to hear what it is – some political programme on radio 4, I think. I can't be sure. I can vaguely make out a foreign accent – Arabic sounding. An interview, a sound-bite. Someone important has died, another country in crisis; but it is too faint for me to make sense of it. I lay in the darkness, on the grey, co...