Gwen had always written about love stories and the special love between a man and a woman. But sadly, she had yet to experience it. At the age of twenty-four, she was a busy business woman who wrote romantic novels on the side. A born writer, she felt her social skills with the outside world were not always intact. Her focus, and always her main focus, was...
This is the story of a poor, beautiful young woman and how she met the Prince Charming of her dreams. You surely have knowledge of the story from the days of your youth. The girl, we will call her Sinderilla, lived with her mean, ugly step-mother and two step-sisters. Her father was a traveling salesman and was rarely at home, so he was unaware of the treatm...
The sound of my cellphone woke me suddenly; disoriented I looked around the dark den, settling my surrounding and situation. The television flickered on mute, dancing irregular shadows around me in the changing lights. The phone called out again and I grabbed for it, looked at the face; no name, a number I didn't know, and 11:47. I thought of Andrea, felt a...
Luke Whittingham is an artist. He was born in 1967. He was prominent in the 90s on the London Art scene. His most famous work to date is "Committed to Death" (2004), an installation which can be seen in The Royal Academy, London. He currently lives in SoHo with his two cats. Lucy and Mary. The shop window is full of televisions sets. Each one shows a differ...
I did marvelously well the entire day. I sat alone on the bus until a man of moderate height and build took the seat beside me. When his T-shirt-clad shoulder brushed against my bare arm, my heart didn’t remind me how Edward’s shoulder used to brush against me, much the same way, at a bump in the road. I stood in line at the deli and ordered turkey on sourd...
There are just some things that shouldn't be talked about out loud, out in the open. Somehow, wanting something didn't mean she could talk about it -- ever -- not in the circles where she operated. She had sophisticated friends, who went on about politics and music and wore expensive clothes to brunch. Admitting what she wanted sexually, no matter how open m...
Copyright Oggbashan April 2005 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. * * * * * Three or four times a year a sign saying 'Auditions' u...
Chapter 7 Aidan woke the next morning to the sound of birds singing in the trees. He was about to roll over when he felt Naomi stir, sighing softly in her sleep. He cracked his eyes open and tilted his head to look down at her. The sight that greeted him made him smile. Early morning sunshine streamed in through the tiny window over the bed, gilding her...
It was a hot summer's day, around six months ago, when I first saw Nesrin, a new recruit in the Claims department at my insurance firm, going through the induction training. I was chatting to an accountant colleague, Steve, as she walked through our department towards the training room. As she walked through, we both stopped our conversation to look at her....
The base sounds vibrated against the walls echoing in the small bedroom. Mariana rolled in her sleep just having lain down after running around all morning. The music was ear-splitting and pounding, yanking Mariana from her deep satisfying slumber. "Please not now," she grumbled. Ever since getting her new job as a barmaid at Dragon Slayer, the new bar i...