Pt. I: The Locusts Like locusts, they came swarming out of the Badwater Basin of Death Valley. They rode smoking Harleys in groups of ten. Each day another group of ten wove their way through each other's dust clouds on the road from the abyss to their assignations. The names of the leaders of the locusts, Samazaz, Araklba, Rameel, Kobablel, Tamlel, Ramel,...
Katherine has led a very privileged and worry-free life. Her family had been in the oil business for years and had made millions... Katherine and her older brother Vance lived on the family estate in Georgia, attended the best private schools and enjoyed a life of leisure since the day they were born. Vance graduated from Princeton, got married, moved to S...
Authors Note: First off thank you for reading. This is my first story posted here. I would love any feedback you may want to provide. *** Katherine awoke to the sun light filtering through the curtains. Slowly reaching out to her husband Anthony. She groped along the sheets eyes still closed, hoping he would wake up as aroused as she had. Suddenly remem...
Mr Blackwood became the most popular man in the eyes of the young ladies of the district when he announced the second ball in as many weeks was to be held at Morton Hall. The Hannard family were, of course, invited, which pleased each in their own way. Anne was pleased to be able to meet her friends without travelling further than Morton Hall, while Mrs Hann...
James sat in his lawn chair with his eyes on the amphitheater. The band was probably running about a half hour behind schedule. They were supposed to start a while ago, but were still doing their sound checks. "James, I thought you said the band was starting at six o'clock! It's six thirty!" Katherine complained. James and Katherine had been dating for aro...
Copyright Oggbashan January 2015. 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. Thank you to naokosmith for academic advice. *****************...
A two part story of a young woman who describes her wonderful life Hi there. My name is Suzi Riley and I have a most wonderful life. The only depressing thing about it is that while I have a great many friends, family, and acquaintances who all know me to be a happy, vivacious, socially conscious and committed woman, there is only one person in the world...
The next morning, I made my way to the office I had on the second floor, and turned on my laptop and such to start aiding the FBI in the investigation of the sex trafficking allegedly run by the Hunters in this area. Agent Andrews brought me a cup of coffee, and we briefly discussed what my role would be. I asked him the ethics of being involved, since I had...
When Jessica hadn't returned my call after a week, I decided to try emailing her. "Dear Jessica," I typed, "I had hoped to talk with you after what happened in Katherine's 'class,' but you left in such a hurry that I didn't get a chance. That was one of the most amazing experiences of my life, from Katherine's lecture to the delicious end. I would love to s...
Author's note: the following story is purely a work of fiction and any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. The author wishes to express his gratitude to Copperbutterfly for her editing to make this a better story. Ah, Friday afternoon. For some reason when you are young, it seems like Friday will never come. Then when it does, more...