*** The goddess in this was known to many people by many names. In this chapter, she prefers to be known as Astarte, while many others knew her as Ashtoreth. Same-same, and she had many other names. This story came about partly because of my humorous thought that it must have been a bitch to be someone like that and try to figure out what you were supposed...
Harry Parker lay in bed and stared at the ceiling. He hadn't slept well and his head ached and he felt more dead than alive. It was a large king size bed in a large modern apartment. It was also empty save for him. He was forty eight, twenty pounds overweight, tired, angry and alone. His greying hair was plastered to his forehead and neck. He needed a haircu...
A searing sun caressed ripe and ready cornfields. Rich yellow heated to a dusted tawny. Tall stalks flaunted their swelling seed to the sun's power. Silence enveloped the land. Nothing moved--- Except Peter Grover, and he loved it all. Loved the heat, the scorching fecund fields, the dry aroma of sun-toasted corn, the quiet, the solitude. No people. Ideal f...
Copyright Oggbashan May 2001/June 2002 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 SILVERBRIDGE CHRONICLES Episode 1 LISA T...
All chapters in this story are plotted and written. I'm just tweaking and adjusting the later chapters as I submit them. So no worries about the story just stopping without an ending. New chapters will be submitted once the previous one has been approved. Thanks very much to kholix22 for initial thoughts and ideas on the story and a special thanks to cafeju...
Memories and Moonlight: A narrative from Ms. Gimply's collection I. Anticipating and Remembering It was a beautiful afternoon in late October. The sun was still far above the horizon. I laughed at myself for being ready so early. Was I becoming overly eager in my old age? No, I assured myself, I had been just as eager when I was young. I had spent the ear...
Since the first article I wrote described the last time that I dressed as a woman was generally well received, I have decided to share some more of my story. To do that I will start the journey at the beginning and travel through to some of the first times that I ventured out into public dressed as a woman. For those that did not read my initial offering le...
***So, ... off to Japan. Not to a part that he'd ever really heard of, but one goes where the money is, after all. Valdemar learns first hand what Cor had been talking about regarding becoming known and trusted. In case you need to read it, the characters and placenames in this are fictional. 0_0 ---------------------------- When autumn came, they set o...
Chapter 3 Home Sweet Home Lenny was sitting in the small cell, his head in his hands, when Wayne Unser came into the cell room. "The guy you pushed, is willing to forgo any charges, if you're willing to replace the pants you wrecked, when you pushed him down." Lenny raised his head and looked at Wayne, his expression one of disdain. "The fucker wants m...
Mac turned his black gaze on the man sitting beside him pinning him with a cold stare. His entire body was rigid with tension, his muscles taut with the strain of remaining still. Kallum's words rang around the silent room, his expression fixed and determined. It was all Mac could do not to explode as he glared at the other man. "Let's get one thing straigh...