I was walking home from a friend's graduation party and I admit I was more than a little drunk. But hey, I was eighteen, a young, good-looking female, and if I wanted to party, I partied. But that night would be a night I would never forget. I was so tired I just wanted to go home and get some sleep. I had to make a choice, cut through the graveyard and ge...
7 OUT OF THE FIRE Greg immediately felt a bit overstimulated. For a moment all his brain could remember was the instant of his death, back when he'd been impaled on a spear. Now some kind of shaman was screaming at him through a cloud of greenish smoke. Gathered around the shaman was a group of tribals, their skin pallid and grey. "What more, my lord?" g...
Copyright Oggbashan November 2004 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. * * * * * It started in September. I was out for the day with...
Little Wolf wasn't entirely sure about this Worm Woman thing. He remembered once catching a glimpse of her in the darkness of her lodge. It had happened last spring when Dancing Bear had finally emerged from his long night with her. The People said that Worm Woman was as old as the red cliffs that surrounded the village. That she had no soul, having lost it...
Prologue. It was a long and arduous trip from the man made beaches of New California to the dusty slopes of Headwood. Iron had been found however in those slopes and the desert beyond held uranium. Under their rocky windswept surface lay the future of the human race. Nothing said progress on Titan, 3rd moon of Saturn like iron ore however. And nothing said...
(This is a story based upon sexual metaphors which will only be funny if you look for every little pun and metaphor. But still, it's not that funny.) * * * * * One day Harold White and his buddy, Thin Man, were walking down to the nearest bowling alley. Today, they decided to take a shortcut through the woods. Though the route was actually a longer way, th...
This story was based on the worst nightmare I've ever had. Consider yourself warned. (As always, comments and criticism are welcome.) * "Thank God for Earth-like atmospheres," James said. "This would be even harder if we had to wear environmental suits." "If we had to wear environmental suits, these animals probably wouldn't be edible," Eckert replied. "A...
The prospect was just too tempting not to investigate further. When Donald Meadows was sent an exclusive invitation from Mistress Veronique to an event that was described as a private, very real, and completely voluntary interracial slave auction, he first thought it might be a party or munch where people meet and greet but he certainly couldn't believe that...
Oct 11 2006 - Prologue The stench was horrible. It fought its way into her nostrils, and strangled her lungs. A sudden cough forced her eyes open, though it took her a moment to focus them. She coughed again, raising her hand to wipe a small amount of spittle from her lips. Another few ragged breaths, the smell of her surroundings causing the bile to rise...
The Gauntlet Once they had finished eating, they packed up their things and entered the shell, with Noah taking the lead and holding a torch. Because of the shell's twist, they had to descend a spiral passage, like a staircase but without actual stairs. The walls, floor, and ceiling of the passage were perfectly smooth, but there were no straight lines of a...