Fay never planned on becoming an Obsidian. He was born as an Brown, a servant, in the second (as in second-lowest) caste of society. Browns never had any social mobility - nor were they supposed to, it was by design. They lived as janitors, maintenance guys, cooks, and butlers, had to sustain themselves on minimal salaries, and were virtually slaves to the h...
Ian paced. He could see little of what was going on in the delivery room, and he felt so helpless. His mind churned with thoughts of how to get himself, Dinah, and their baby out of this mess. He had only one solution, which he never thought he would have to resort to. Shaking his head, Ian pulled out his cell phone and dialed the number. To many people, Jo...
Copyright Oggbashan February 2020 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. Inspired by Rudyard Kipling's Dymchurch Flit from Puck of Pook'...
The BMA wasn't at all delighted with the mess that had been dumped on them, but couldn't find anything upon which to fault my actions or put any of the blame on me... but it didn't stop them from trying. They roped off the house for about a week and had lots of arc-tech gearheads going over everything with a fine toothed micrometer. They paid especial atte...
Madelyn Pryor looked at herself in the mirror. Not as an act of vanity, but because she was comfortable with who she was. There she saw a woman who almost had it all; a career she loved as a freelance environmental consultant, one which offered her financial stability, independence and a sense she was doing good in this world. She had a wonderful two-story t...
When Mike Harris stole two point seven million dollars in cash from his employer, he knew that his life had changed forever. It's one thing to steal that amount of money from your bosses' safe; it's quiet another to steal it from a ruthless gangster who is heavily involved in narcotics, prostitution, gambling and murder. Mike was Tony Leonardo's bookkeeper,...
"Who are you?" "Juan Perinuz, sir. I am here to pay my taxes." "I know why you're here, you fool. That's why everyone is here. Except those two. Why are they here?" "They are my daughters, sir. I brought them with me because I couldn't leave them on the farm alone. Who know what might happen if I am not there to look after them." Hat in hand, Juan sighe...
Pt. V: The Exchange Sid carried her out the rear exit, and waited while yellow-glow popped the trunk. He lay her down naked inside, then carefully removed all her jewelry. He'd already taken the two thousand out of her coat pocket. Not bad for a day's work, and there's more to come, he thought, happily. He closed the lid with a thump and handed yellow-gl...
Our school had 2 swimming teams, a girls team and a boys team. There had always been a rivalry between the two. Each team thought they were better than the other and would have a competion on Friday every few months to prove it. Of course what most people didn't know is what happened to the losing team. After each competition the losing side became the winne...
The gray areas had become very wide and ill-defined, their edges fuzzy. There was very little, it seemed, that could be seen as simply black or white. Not good or bad, right or wrong; not happy or sad, love or hate, best or worst; neither interest or indifference, nor concern or apathy. The list just went on—nothing was absolute. Just shades of gray. Nora D...