* * * * * Copyright Oggbashan November 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. * * * * * The following are 15 fifty-word stories w...
Another day at school, another day in Hell. She walked through the halls of the university campus, surrounded by...them. Everywhere she looked, there they were. The mundane folk. Everyday humanity. Seven billion and counting. This campus was a microcosm of all of them. Girls in hijabs talking on their cellphones, black guys in sports coats, Asian guys with c...
The music is loud, almost too loud, the beat pounding through your body. You're not so much dancing as jerking in response to the vibrations. Someone keeps handing you drink after drink, and you keep drinking them. Some of them taste weird, like copper, you don't notice much more than that. The place is dark, so dark you can hardly see anyone else. Here and...
Before I start I want to give shoutouts to Tex from writing.com, along with all those who added to said interactive that this branches off from. *Potential Trigger Warning* ALL DEPICTED CHARACTERS ARE 18 YEARS OR OLDER Also be prepared, as I tend to switch from first to second person when describing environments, just live with it. You are Davey, a 19 year o...
At two o'clock in the afternoon, I boarded the Tirupati Express from Chennai Central station to Tirupati for the 90 mile journey that I fully expected to take almost four hours. Indian trains are not renowned for their speed but at least I had a First Class, Air-Conditioned ticket and the compartment was relatively empty. I settled back with a book and prepa...
Part Nine Cleaning Up the Mess Two Sudanese soldiers untied and cut the duct tape from his arms, legs, and torso. Battutta, Shawn's sadistic torturer, looked at the men, "Turn him around." They turned him around. To say they turned him was a misnomer. He was so exhausted they had to hold him up. Battutta looked over his handiwork; the exhaustion, the fea...
With that thought, her mind begins to wonder, not just daydreaming, but systematic, almost like programming and hypnotizing. Flashes, images, sounds, and feelings coming in bits and pieces in those flashes of images and sounds, she saw herself naked, dressed as a Hindu slave, fucked and showing obvious signs of pregnancy with a very large swollen belly. Sh...
I followed Brook and Linda out of the spa onto the sidewalk and I looked around for the limo but it was no where to be found. As the girls started walking down the street and talking to each other, I asked where the limo was. Neither of them responded and just kept walking. I followed behind as closely as I could and hoped no one would notice me. Luckily it...
"You are an uncouth dog Khan! Begone from our land. May Allah damn you & your lineage," barked the old man. Sher Mohammed Khan woke up from the dream. He had reached the village of Devipur, Meerut. He stepped down from the caravan & started walking towards the big fort across the river. It was a magnificent view. The fort belonged to one of the biggest Zami...
"Did you?" said Lindiwe in genuine surprise. She'd forgotten that her grandmother had once lived in England. In fact, she'd lived there over ten years before Lindiwe was even born. She was reminded that the prospect of following in her grandmother's footsteps had been a factor that had originally attracted her to England. "I remember Reigate very well," her...