I am re-posting Chapters 11-14 without the epilogue appended to the original. This has been replaced by an re-written ending, closer to the original which I lost when my computer died. Thanks for reading. TTB Jack and Diane Chapter 11 I stretched, languorously, only to be brought up short as the bruised muscles of my belly screamed their memory of the prev...
Return to Cheju-Do (A Sequel to Horror at Cheju-Do Island by Doc Dweeb) By The Preve (with the Doc's permission) Thanks to Todger 65 for the edit. Author's note: This story is a sequel to an earlier one by Doc Dweeb, found on Monsters and Angels/Galaxy of Terror. In the previous story, the protagonist, while vacationing on a resort island off the souther...
Inspector Abberline kept the handkerchief over his mouth and nose, as he smelled the musky scent of blood and death. "Dear..." he gasped as he looked at the body. This victim was the worst so far. The body horribly mutilated and the face hacked beyond recognition. Blood was smeared all over the floor near the woman's head. He had never seen it like this bef...
As usual I thank my LadyCibelle and Techsan for their patience, proof reading, editing skills and of course encouragement. As always I'll also add that we don't always see eye to eye with each other, and often play around with a story after they have read it. Consequently I take full responsibility for the content and any cock-ups in this story. Clarificati...
He was inside her now, not just pressed between their bodies. Each time he thrust into her the top of his shaft dragged along her clitoris and sent a thousand needles of pleasure through her body. She couldn't see his face but could hear his ragged breathing in the darkened room, could feel his hands touching her body, caressing her breasts as his lips ran a...
Not family, not babies, not respectability, then what? There was mystery about the bungalow. It was large, almost palace size, but in disrepair. I lived in the room above the unusable garage in one corner of the compound well away from the main building. For two weeks I did not see a single resident of the bungalow. It certainly was tenanted for cars, about...
Nights were hardest now. The dark uncertainty of morning -- and what might come, like shades of gray marching across her ceiling, because even Copenhagen's wharves lay quiet now -- whether by day or night. The constant stream of rumors from the south, of Germany and Austria on the march once again, had unsettled even her father -- and nothing ever unsettled...
(Although they are not used everywhere in American law enforcement, the 10 code system is the most widely used police shorthand. When an officer announces "10-8, 10-41", he is announcing he is in service and beginning his patrol shift. He may call 10-7, out of service, for administrative reasons and will call 10-8, back in service when he's again available f...
************************************************* Copyright Oggbashan April 2007 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. ************...
It was a rainy night, Avinash was driving back home on a lonely street. The visibility was poor in the heavy downpour, when suddenly he saw a girl in the middle of the street. Thanks to his good reflexes that he pressed the brakes on time. She suffered a mild hit and fell down. He rushed out to see her. Poor thing was lying semiconscious, writhing in pain an...