************************************************* Copyright Oggbashan July 2017 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 is an almost word for word true story. Who has the imagination to make this shit up? Sorry, cousins, but you are what you are. ................................................... My favorite uncle on my mothers' side had passed away. He and one aunt were my favorites, and mom insisted I go, saying he had left me something. I would have went anyway, a...
It began as a very sad day for us all. My family and I had to go to my Uncle David's funeral. He was driving down the road and skidded on some leftover ice for the snowstorm last week and drove off a bridge. The doctor's said that he died on impact and most likely didn't feel a thing. At least he didn't have to suffer. My Aunt Nia on the other hand did suff...
She was the only thing I paid attention to during the service. The minister droned on about how Mary would be well received in heaven, ashes to ashes, dust to dust, and all that. Religion had always been her thing, not mine. No, my thoughts were on the girl sitting towards the back of the church. She had her hands folded demurely in her lap, a solemn little...
I saw her auburn hair gloriously streaming down her back at the funeral. One of my wife Sue's co-workers had died from cancer. Sue had dragged me to the funeral so she could socialize. She held my arm with two small sweaty hands and sniffed appropriately as we wound our way through the crowd to find seats. I looked over the crowd and decided I didn't want a...
A story in Nick Scipio's Summer Camp Universe (c) 2006 by Wine Maker Summer Camp characters and universe (c) 2006 by Nick Scipio. All Rights reserved. This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author's imagination, are used fictitiously, or are used with the kind permission of Nick Scipio, and any r...
You may want to read the previous chapters before reading this the final chapter. Thank you to Estragon for taking his time to edit this story and making it a much better read. I might add that everyone's life is different. We all have a tendency to judge others, especially if their life doesn't agree with our thinking. Thank you to all that have commented....
Veronica woke up first and felt Matthew's warm body against hers. The sun was shining into the window and as she shifted to face him, the memory of the night before came flooding back. She was lying in bed with her father's best friend after having the most intense sex ever the night before. She also vaguely remembered being woken up to his tongue on her pus...
The Girl was gone again. From her bed of clean sheets, she fell into the mattress, swallowed into memories past with a foreboding gulp. The Man was there, and the Woman. Their voices rang off the walls and drifted up to the Girl's ears in a roaring song of battle. The Girl shivered in her bed and wrapped her arms round her body. Sleep, she thought to hers...
This story is part of Jezzaz's 750 Word Project challenge. It was decidedly more difficult than I'd imagined to write a story using only 750 words. I was inspired to write this by the upcoming gothic horror story collective that will be released on March 17th. Authors participating include Goldenangel, Clive Barker, Eidetic, Bill Shakespeare, JoeDreamer, D...