Michael I went to my study and took a seat behind the desk. I took a remote from the top drawer and pressed a button. To my left a section of the wall slid aside to reveal a large HD display. Another button pressed turned on the screen, showing a grid with views from eight security cameras scattered around the property. Another button switched the outside s...
During the mid-summer I moved from a very private house in the country to the suburbs of a big city two hours away to take advantage of a career opportunity. I had a bit of a problem finding a place as secluded as my former home. At my old house in the country I rarely wore clothes inside or out. The deck was private and the back yard was lined on all sides...
It was the night of Alison's weekly bridge club meeting. The club met every week in Alison's living room. During the bridge game, Alison's house husband, Little Billy, always waited on Alison and her girlfriends, bringing pitchers of daiquiris and other refreshments. Little Billy hadn't had a job in years, not since marrying Alison. Alison was a high powered...
I could smell the grease and petrol fumes long before I got to the garage that day. It was a smell I’d always loved. I’d breathe it in, and it intoxicated me, the way expensive perfume and platinum plastic tended to intoxicate my moneyed college friends. I could smell the difference between WD40 and 20/50 oil at a dozen paces – some claim to fame, I know! Th...
The iron portcullis to the outer walls surrounding the castle had slowly been winched up and Prince Gyllen came through riding on Snowcloud, his white mare, dressed in a navy blue hooded cloak over a sky blue doublet, beige breeches and a rapier at his side purely for cosmetic reasons with his blonde hair lightly flowing in the mild breeze. Following him wer...
************************************************* Copyright Oggbashan November 2010 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. ************...
"Wherever it is we'll be tomorrow, it won't be Kansas," Crystal announced when she'd returned from the hotel foyer after what was originally intended to be a routine phone call to Kai about the tour itinerary. "And it most certainly won't be Kansas City." "No need for ruby slippers then," said Thelma. "So, if we're not going to Kansas, where are we going...
All the characters in this story are over the age of eighteen * Rory Gilmore looked at the inside of her notepad and went a light shade of red. Scrawled on the page was a heart, not a biological one, with arrows pointing to the aorta and the left ventricle, but the romantic one with a '4' in the middle and her and her lover's initials either side of it. Th...
As with most who have email accounts I am plagued by unsolicited emails. The majority of them are SPAM and are sent directly to the trash folder by my email filtering program. Being ever so diligent I occasionally, as recommended by my Internet Service Provider, look through the emails in my trash folder to make sure nothing of importance was accidentally id...
Julia was a sight to behold. She had long, black hair, deep hazel eyes, and a pert, pretty face that perfectly complemented her gracefully curved body. It was, alas, a body that, as of my senior year in high school, I'd only seen buried beneath impenetrable mounds of fabric. Not that she dressed conservatively in any way—quite the opposite, in fact—but on a...