Og's Blog Pt 09 Og becomes a civil servant. Part 05 Starting in Devonport. Author's Note: Because of the Official Secrets Act, this has to be regarded as a fictionalised account and names will be omitted or changed. Any names given will not be the names of real people. Please note that Parts 01 and 02 of Og's blog are transcripts of posts made on the Auth...
My mother wasn't thrilled with my choice of moving to a nearby city. She worried about me constantly. But I finally convinced her I was old enough to take care of myself. I packed up my meager belongings and took a bus into the city. Luckily, it didn't take long to find my new home. I began renting a room in the home of my landlady, Helen Taylor, a woman a f...
Alright here we go again. I realize this story has holes you could drive a truck through, but I'm still getting requests to finish it so here goes. I hope you all enjoy. Jessica was petrified. She needed to confront Janine about her actions at the party, but was afraid of what she'd find out. To add to it, she started with Kimmy's cleaning service Monday. J...
Welcome again to Ch. 03’s version of the disclaimer. This is where I tell you that this story is fictional. I might as well also explain the REASON for the disclaimer. It’s because whenever I’ve ever written a loving wife story I get good feedback, but I also get about a half dozen angry e-mails proclaiming the woman a slut and insisting that she should die,...
I don't know how long it took for the knocking on my front door to wake me up, but it did, eventually, rouse me out of what had been a deep, sodden, slumber. "Hold on," I warbled, forcing myself to sit up. "Yeah, hold on, I'm coming!" I stumbled into my living room, where the huge analogue clock over the television told me it was just after 11:30. Still uns...
After I graduated from university I'd been pretty lucky, having walked into a very well paid job within a matter of months. However, the one thing that I wasn't prepared for were the property prices in London, which made it impossible to get a mortgage on somewhere decent. Needing to find a place before I took up my new job, I was faced with a couple of opti...
I read the words etched into the bottom of the screen as the news flash lit up my small apartment, "Possible Deadly Outbreak Moving Along Eastern Seaboard". If it was anything serious the internet would have the best information; I never trusted these news networks. I got up to put my half-eaten bowl of rice in the fridge and smiled at Daisy, my bright blue...
You don't have to have Byron's morals to like his poetry, say for example, 'When we two parted, in silence and tears'. It was knocking lines from this poem back and forth at each other across a kitchen that suggested to Rachel and Gerry and everyone else in the room, that they were soul mates: soul mates who had found each other by chance, in a poorly prov...
I was sitting in my room, typing down my journal in my laptop as the light from my desk lamp shined. I stopped and looked away for 20 seconds while messaging them with my fingers. Suddenly, I heard something break on the other side of the door. "What the hell, Cristina?!" I heard Jessica shouting and she wasn't too happy. "That dish was worth 2,000 dollars...
In the Beginning There Was Darkness The fist hit my nose like a malformed sledgehammer. It hurt. And when I say hurt, I don't just mean in the physical way. It hurt my pride more than anything. The fist was withdrawn once more and the face of the ugly man wielding it showed through a swimming of stars. "Give me one reason why I shouldn't hit you again." I...