Sorry about the delay, real life got in the way. Oooo that rhymed. But here I am with another piece! As always, comments and feedback welcome. ***** Adrianna Ryston, Omega Class Agent, woke up with a start. What was going on? Where was she? How come HQ hadn't called in...wait. The events of the past day came back in a flash, and the agent-turned-bioslut...
Instead of meeting at the precinct, Taima and Pilar met Chief Jenkins at the funeral home and immediately, Pilar had her hands full of an apoplectic Myron, running around like a headless chicken, his be-ringed fingers clamped to the sides of his head as he wailed. “Pilar, thank God you’re here! They’re been here since six a.m. and they nearly ruined Mrs. Ma...
Dullichan: from Celtic Mythology; a headless black rider death follows where he stops The curly crimson locks and piercing green eyes that stared back at Caitlin from behind the mirror were not her own. She 'knew' that. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she knew that. These past few days it seems her body had developed a mind of its own. The slender finge...
****************************************** Copyright Oggbashan April 2004 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. Edited July 2006 ****...
Why isn't it okay for me to say what I really think? I guess it's okay to mention it in passing as long as I give it neither inflection nor importance. I can make silly jokes, as long as they're immediately qualified by a statement of other, more important attributes. And why, when I live in a society that celebrates breasts, especially large ones, why can't...
On Route from Antigua to Port Royal, 1702 The Brigantine class ship, the Forgotten Wish, was a more heavily armed vessel than it was intended to look. The vessel was captained by a man named Armand Hammond and was one of the Governor of Jamaica's top captains outside the Royal Navy. With the seas full of pirates, having heavily armed merchant vessels were...
The kid looked young, mid-teens maybe. He wasn't; he said he was twenty and I knew he wasn't lying. He huddled against the car door like a scared animal, like a rabbit cornered by a hungry coyote. The rain plastered his dark hair against his head and his eyes reflected sparkling light from oncoming headlights. He said his name was Ben. That was a lie. "I do...
Mony tumbled onto the wagon willy-nilly and ended up between Tom's legs. He sat with his back against the sideboard, his legs on either side of her. She tried to give him a little room, but the crush of people pushed her back. Still, she hugged her knees rather than lean against him. In the dark, she could see very little. The straw smelled clean and fresh....
Jack paused outside the open bathroom door and looked down into her eyes. For the first time, she saw light in them, warmth. Him. Her vision of him blurred with tears. The syringe shook in her hand. His body trembled too as she slowly raised the syringe toward him. He looked away when it came closer. His face strained. The shaking grew worse and he cursed...
Author's note: The Carter brothers' legend continues. All names except the Carters and Philippe Trufont are my own creation to build the story around the legend. My description of the bar I named "Dominique's Dungeon" is an accurate description of a place in the French Quarter I've visited several times. Yes, you can see bikers dancing with cowgirls, Goths d...