Copyright Oggbashan June 2012 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. * Nimue turned as another woman squealed in dismay. She saw a you...
As a Milkman delivering before most people get up you often time find people in their most interesting... shall we say attire. You are there when the least expect you, and seldom notice your presence. At Christmas time each year, people are often generous with gifts for the milkman, tips, cookies, cakes, even gloves or maybe a nit hat. As a senior in High Sc...
My Wedding and Becoming a Wife The wedding was beautiful. I wore a white satin and lace gown with a veil and just the right length train behind me. My wedding lingerie under my gown was filled with satin and lace and my white lace top stockings clung to my fully shaved body perfectly. I wore full cut rumba panties with several rows of lace. My panties fit p...
Postscript 3 - The Danubian Church and its impact on Danubian society (even more stuff that did not make it into the main part of the novel) The Danubian concept of the Supreme Being The Danubians have a monotheistic religion, which they refer to as the "Danubian Church" or the "Faith of the Ancients". Although in theory the Danubians are Christian, by th...
I mentioned earlier that every now and then we just go exploring our world. Joshua, Thomas and Anthony want to go to the other side of Lake Hope and explore it, to see what kind of wildlife it harbors. They figured it to be about a three day journey around to the other side. From the photos we have of it from space it looks to be oval, measuring about forty...
The third part in the 'Only One Piece of Clothing' series. Please also read 'Clothes Are Not Dry Yet' too for getting a better wholesomeness of the plot. Enjoy the story. Disclaimer: All the characters in the story are above 18 years of age. The doorbell rang at around 6 am in the Monday morning. Deepa was fast asleep. The ringing grew quick and frequent,...
A small invisible creature with pointy ears, a long nose and very long fingers stalked the halls of the hospice where Mary Graham sat dying. She wasn't dying precisely at that moment. She was knitting a sweater for her son, but she had been given a diagnosis of terminal cancer from her doctor two months earlier. Now, she sat in a wheel chair in a sunny windo...
The bright flame of love and romance, often shown during the early years of their marriage, had dimmed over the recent years. Now it was only a flickering light sometimes or even a glowing ember, but there where some occasional sparks. The couple were similar to many other couples: two children in grade school and one pre-school, driving the kids to various...
The very formal dinner of the board of directors of the art museum was winding down. The chairman of the board, a very wealthy man, had risen to toast another successful year, due in large part to the efforts of my husband, John, who had secured a very popular exhibition of European masters. I knew the chairman a little bit and a couple of other board memb...
The morning sun blankets the two figures sleeping on the forest floor. Eric stirs, his eyes taking a few minutes to adjust to the early morning sunlight. It must still be early, the sun is just over the horizon. Eric tries to sit up, but for some reason his blanket is awfully heavy. Like someone is sleeping on top of him... Oh ya. Eric opens his eyes and l...