Chapter 0:1: Prologue As the beautifully warm and previously sunny day comes to it's end, the sky turns from azur to a light orange-red color, the shadows of the walls slowly creeping ever further until clashing with the darkness of the outskirts from the woods surrounding the plains and the city itself. At the turning of time, the dusk of night, the falling...
Coral rolled into the parking lot of the Renton chapter of the Steel Brotherhood just after ten at night. Her blonde hair was braided back under her helmet, and the Prospect at the gate smiled at her as she went by. She backed into a spot, taking off her helmet and setting it on the handlebars as she put the kickstand down. "Hey, pretty lady," a man in a Bro...
The following week and half passed quickly, if strangely. According to Perikos we were mobilizing our forces. I found out a week after arriving on the planet that the "camp" we were currently stationed at contained fewer than one hundred…I wasn't really sure what to call them anymore, since Perikos was out of the question. Soldiers, maybe? Well, the p...
In the second week of the New Year of Our Lord, Eight Hundred and Seventy Eight, The Danes broke out from their winter camp at Gleawanceaster and once more assailed the Kingdom of Ælfred. The King was at Cippanhamm for Yuletide when the Danes descended out of the snow on the small Saxon host. Ælfred and his companions were taken utterly by surprise. They tri...
Euphrosyne smiled as she stood in the grand hall of the Palace she shared with the other Graces. The preparations for their end of summer soiree had gone on for weeks, and tonight was the big night for their much anticipated party and everything looked absolutely perfect. Looking into her enormous pink marbled dining room, the large oaken table in the center...
Chapter Eighteen Queen Velorina was nursing her newborn babe when the guard stormed in. All black armor, he clanged over to the queen. A vassal of King Toros's trailed behind him, his gangly form stumbling the moment he entered the queen's birthing chambers. He looked young, no older than eight and ten with light hair that fell into his blue eyes. He spo...
Copyright Oggbashan December 2017 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. This story is set at the time of the Hundred Years War. Convers...
As I sat on my couch one evening watching that scathing documentary, "Mascara – Beauty Aid or Government Cover-up?", I noticed my dog doing what dogs do. By now, everyone has heard that old saw – "Why do dogs lick their balls? Because they CAN!". While I admired his dexterity, it led me to wonder what if..... it's amazing how many of my 'what ifs' are center...
I hope people enjoy this. People who post these stories are looking for many things. I just enjoy comments, and knowing people enjoy the story. I would like to know, if you do Jack/Jill off that the stories help. If, as you are enjoying yourself, you peal another layer of the dark onion of desire in the back of your mind, and think to yourself "wow, if only...
Chapter 7: The Rescue ***** Admiral Percival Bancroft strummed his fingers along the ornate, wooden desk in front of him. It was almost dinner time and his stomach was growling, having spent the whole day without a proper meal. That wasn't uncommon with his odd schedule, and Bancroft learned a number of years ago how to get through the day on a diet of bla...