Mitch Goodman is lying in bed asleep, the room is dark. The sheets are hanging halfway off the bed, and he is snoring loudly. His alarm clock buzzes loudly, he aimlessly slaps at the nightstand. "Shit," Mitch mumbles, as he knocks the alarm on the floor. The noise is distorted, but still remains. "Motherfuckinshitass," He growls as he nearly falls out of bed...
Once she got back, she decided to head to a part of the town that was close to home, so she could go back when ready. On the way, she played more of the same tricks she was playing before. She was getting back in the mood of this whole adventure again. Soon though, she was no longer in the area of town where the stores and restaurants were located. She was...
Blake Oates couldn't believe what he was looking at through his binoculars: a beautiful, and completely naked, young brunette displaying herself out in a field a clearing in the forest he was hiding in. Presumably, she thought she was safe, because no one else seemed to be anywhere in the area; certainly, he was far away enough-about one hundred yards away...
Demetrius stood on the deck of his ship and smiled as the warm Mediterranean sun slowly heated his naked body. Despite the rapid approach of winter, each day on his southerly journey to Egypt was warmer than the day before and he reveled in this tiny bit of artificial summer. Being naked forever is far more difficult in December than it is in June, and he wa...
Clara was a little apprehensive as the large wooden door before her opened. From her perspective, she had only left Roft Manor six weeks ago, and yet her family had not seen her in over two years. She knew that she would have some explaining to do. From behind the door emerged an elderly, well-groomed man in a tuxedo. He was quite tall, about six foot one an...
*********************** Copyright Oggbashan October 2008 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 fifty-word Halloween...
I'm currently writing a book (heading towards publication). When I get writer's block, I found the best way to combat it is by writing something completely different; a short story, an essay, a few paragraphs. This is one of those stories. It started out small, then grew to 'series' potential. If folks like it, I'll keep going with it. Enjoy. _____________...
Unconscious Camilla was now reliving a memory from a year before the aquarium incident. She was thirty-six at the time, and wearing a tight-fitting dress, high heels, and heavy makeup. She was at home, sitting on the sofa in the living room one December afternoon after having just finished teaching at McGill University. She'd heard some unpleasant news earli...
The beauty of the lake was soothing to Angelina's frazzled nerves. She'd been cranky and out of sorts the entire day, snapping at her sisters and unable to concentrate on even the simplest of needlework. An afternoon nap had helped ease some of the tiredness, but her waking hours had been filled with lusty urges that she had been unable to control, appease o...
"Shawn, telephone, line three," a voiced yelled out from the forward desks of the Research and Development's work arena. Shawn sat entranced in his work, bent over a white laminate table touching miniature circuits with an electrode detector. His eyes were opened extra wide while peering through a large table mounted magnifying glass through his 'pop bottle...