Hi All, This is a different story to most of mine so far. I have flirted with the BTB genre before however it's not something I'm always comfortable with. Anyway I hope you give it a go. A big thanks to my Hawaiian friend John for his tireless work making some sense of my mangled grammar and spelling. Aloha big guy. Cheers CharlieB4 ***** The rain tum...
When I came to my senses I was back in the strange high backed chair, unable to move surrounded by darkness. Before my eyes was the evil mirror, its carved demonic faces leering back at me. Through the mirror I could see the great stone hall of a manor or castle. It was lit only by the light emanating from great fireplace and from a chandelier filled with c...
I found this in my collection and realized it had been inadvertently deleted from the site and it was not my intention to take it down. I had fun writing it and it allowed me to revisit some old stompiong grounds which still tug hard at the sleeves. A jambalaya pot of bayou experiences... I could still taste the sweetness of the early satsumas as I tossed...
Laying the Ghosts of War Copyright Oggbashan September 2018 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. +++ Splat! A sniper's bullet struc...
Mrs Potter has wild sexual fantasies in Church and then confesses her sins Mrs Potter had a problem with alcohol. Ever since she was about 20 whenever she touched alcohol she would get overwhelming sexual urges that made her very very promiscuous and would do absolutely anything that would result in her having an orgasm. When she and John got married they...
The third of three episodes a new series about Fr. Alfred, Vicar of St. Dunstan's. Categorizing these episodes is tough, since there isn't a "Dramedy" category on this site. Suggestions for future episodes are welcome, if you'd like to see more of Fr. Alfred and his flock. The Bishop's Daughter WEDNESDAY Mary was the only one in the Quilting Room after I...
"Bishop Smith" the stake president greeted Luke as he grasped his shoulder. "I wonder if you and your wife could join us at the temple this Sunday at 7 a.m.?" "I thought the temple was closed on Sunday. Is this some kind of new bishop hazing? Like meeting at the green of the 9th hole at 9 pm." Luke joked. " No Bishop Smith, you are going to be extended a...
ALI'S SONG: A ROCK 'N' ROLL STORY ~ Ch. 1 J.B. BACALL'S CLUB LEXINGTON KENTUCKY Saturday, 11/29/2015 "Third encore!" Ali Bryan strapped on her well-worn John Lennon model guitar one more time. Her Hard Rock tee sported darker patches of perspiration; her snug, ripped jeans hung just low enough on her hips to display a flash of her taut belly. Her thick...
Note: All persons in this story are fictitious. Any resemblance to persons living or dead is strictly coincidental. 38. Battleship Row Every time Angelina Mancuso took Annarosa out for a walk, in her coach, she had FBI agents, unabashedly, walking with her less than 20 feet behind her. There was not just one group of agents, but several that were with her...
I believe I've found my niche. Westerns, set in history or in modern times, and/or detective stories are what I like to write best. I may try my hand at a romance or two in the future but I'm comfortable with my little play area. I hope you enjoy this story of the exciting times following the Civil War. My usual statement follows. Constructive comments,...