* * * * * Copyright Oggbashan October 2006 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. * * * * * Years ago, a Halloween tradition used to b...
Kelly's Plan. (c) Alex de Kok, 2003 The doorbell startled him. Only Kelly was due, and he'd left the door ajar for her. A bit late for the kids doing Trick-or-Treat - in any case, they'd called hours ago. He threw the door open and stopped dead, dumbfounded. "Kelly?" "Ssh! No names. Trick or treat," the witch said, in a husky, sexy tone. The figure before...
There! Her gaze locked upon a sack perched on a post. She didn't know what it was, but her instinct drove her forward to grab the sack as quickly as possible. Right as her hand grasped ahold of it, her surroundings changed. She felt herself falling...and falling...and falling into darkness...until...her backside landed on a dirt path. Shaken, Lina did her...
Chapter Five: Stolen Plans "Turn off the lights..." Pat murmured softly to herself as she slowly regained consciousness. Her head throbbed, and the world seemed to be entirely composed of the blinding glare of the desert sun. As she shook her head, wincing with the pain caused by the movement, the bright light that had at first filled her field of vision sl...
I leaned my hips against the door of the white Mercedes. Looking across the car to the other side of the street, I could see a beautiful black woman and a skinny blonde conversing with two men in a large, blue car. My hands rested on the on the cool white metal; the impressions where I'd removed my wedding rings were quite visible. Feeling somehow detached,...
Ellie couldn't help but feel her life was about to fall to pieces again. A relentless unease settled deep in her belly, warning her the other shoe was going to drop soon. Of course, the notion was silly. She'd hidden herself away quite nicely. The past two years had been spent picking up the pieces and she thought it was more or less back to where it should...
I knew my manhood was lost forever. The images of seeing it inside a jar were still vivid. The images of little dresses being shoved on me. The images of make-up targeting my face with mercless precision. The images of language and behavior lessons. But there was no time for hindsight. I had to focus on something far more important. I slowly approached the...
(Inspired by Encounter in the Glade and The Perils of Nude Sunbathing By Little White Mouse) * "I agree. We're in deep shit," said Stella. "What do you think happened? Why would he strand us like this?" asked Moira. "I don't know. We were in a hurry. We didn't look at his credentials close enough. The one smart thing we did was pay him half the cash. Any...
Chapter 2: Are you an Innie or an Outtie? Initially, I had been hesitant to buy one. It seemed like an awful big expense for something that should come second nature to someone. I mean, men can do it with just one hand. If they need help, they can run down to Walgreens and buy a bottle of Lubriderm, and no one would be the wiser. When I was twelve, I discov...
Note: In the last article I explained the phenomenon of the human senses and how they trigger memory and feelings, and the power of association. There was also a word on the neurological phenomenon Synaesthesia, which formed the basis for these creativity exercises. This article talks about colour and how it affects us on a sensory, instinctual, intuitio...