My life was not supposed to be like this. This was never the plan. Sitting here, isolated while people with faces pinched in concern and fear stare at me, prod me, ask me questions. No, this was not supposed to be Wendy Coughlin's fate. And yet, here I was. In many ways, this all began years before. I was looking towards my high school graduation and gettin...
Two weeks passed. I could not get the anger out of my mind. I could not shake a sense of shame, the only remedy for which was masturbation. I was angry with Julian. I was ashamed of what I had done with April. I was more ashamed of the knowledge that, given the chance, I would do it again. I had opted out of my psychology/ philosophy group. There were only...
Christa giggled a little as we walked through the store. "Everyone is staring at you," she whispered conspiratorially. "Are you sure?" I replied, arching my eyebrows and squeezed her shoulder, "Seems to me you're the one with the most to check out." She giggled again, "Well maybe it's both of us then." What was left unsaid was that the reason other shoppe...
It was a small enclosure, erected in one day that housed an audience and a stage. I sat and watched each play act out, each person searching for the same thing, but not really knowing how to obtain it. Endless cries of pain, as the whip would lift and fall, the people no more then marionettes, moving to the dance of pain. If your eyes fell on each face, each...
Tom tugged at the collar of his dress shirt in distress. "Remind me again why I'm attending this snobby nonsense?" he asked. "Because A, I finally got the nerve to introduce you to my parents, B, a dinner party gives us an excuse to hide in a crowd if needed, C because this white dress looks amazing on me, and D because you look even more amazing than us...
Free Speech. Hmm... That's a hard one. The right of the individual to freely speak his or her mind and not be censored for it. It's a nice Idea. Americans claim to have it. But do we really? An author decides to write a novel of political intrigue, spends a year and a half (roughly) to get it ready for publication, and submits it to numerous publishing hou...
Tales of Carlitos, the Mexican Factory Worker Freedom of Speech Carlos entered the large main library, walking under a banner that read, "Protect Freedom of Speech." Carlos chuckled. "These crazy Americans. They are so concerned with freedom, but they never do anything fun. I don't understand why they worry so much about freedom if they don't use it for a...
Copyright Oggbashan May 2005 The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work. If you are a member of an organisation, can you: A. Call the Chairman of the Board a stupid prat? B. Suggest that the General Manager is incompetent and a wanker? C. Describe the employees as talentless pricks who could be outperformed by three-t...
According to some Indian folk tales, Yakshi is a type of succubus. It waylaid unsuspecting men who happen to cross its path in guise of a beautiful woman and killed them by drinking their blood. A yakshi named Neeli had become a terror in a place called Vamanapuram. She killed around 1000 travellers in that manner. As the blood count started increasing the l...
Thanks to Softouch911, again, for being a fantastic editor and friend! * My grandmother had a bookmark when I was growing up that said: "Celebrate freedom. Read a banned book." The irony never escaped me; while we have free press, we also have people who exercise their freedoms by protesting, and banning, the words of others. My grandmother celebrated he...