Author's Note I am deeply indebted to "searchingforperfection" for his editing skills, without which this would have been a lesser story. The story was inspire by "The walls" a short story by Mark Billingham. You wouldn't call Maidstone a pretty town. It used to be a market town, where local farmers brought their livestock and produce to sell. Little of...
"And you see a girl's brown body, dancing through the turquoise, And her footprints make you follow where the sky loves the sea. And when your fingers find her, she drowns you with her body, Carving deep blue ripples in the tissues of your mind." -Cream, "Tales of Brave Ulysses" The Sun shone through the open balcony doors into the bedroom of the castle. It...
Author's Note: This chapter is going to be filled with fighting, and I won't give any spoilers, but there is a big fight at the end. No sex in this chapter because it didn't make sense. Please comment if you are enjoying my story. First time writing a story, and comments would be great. Something as simple as, "I liked it," would be nice. Please tell me if t...
The woman strode confidently up the stairs to the upper level of the disused warehouse. Her green cloak trailed behind her, the heavy fabric mostly concealing the attaché case she carried. Beneath her iron self-assurance was a cool wariness; her agents had discovered little about the organization whose representative she was about to meet. She emerged into d...
In the following days they really got to know each other, spending most of their time together, actually talking. Dennis offered to entertain himself for a few hours if Agnes wanted to write, he was looking rather forward to reading some of her books, but she said she wanted to spend this week with him, she'd go back to writing the next week, when he was set...
Chapter 21 -- A day of reckoning Prime Minister Vladim Dukov did not have much time to contemplate the fate of the Royal Family. His cell phone went off while he was still in the throne room talking to the Priestess. When he checked the number he realized it was a call from an agent working for the Danubian Secret Police. The agent reported that eight forei...
Heathrow Airport, Terminal 3. What a hellhole. There is no more depressing airport than Heathrow in winter; low ceilings, inadequate lighting, crowds of weary travelers speaking a hundred languages. With my boarding pass in hand I stood at the gate, trying to rise above it all while I waited to board the flight to San Francisco. The Gate Agent took my pass...
Here I was living another new life. I was up in the hills overlooking a beautiful snow filled valley far from any touch of civilization. This was my third winter since I disappeared. I'd better explain a bit. My name is John Martin (this time). My name has changed so many times that I almost forgot what my mother named me when I was born. I was the usual...
****************************** Copyright Oggbashan October 2008 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. ******************************...
Chapter 17 They started in the library, Dick had told Maria he was allowed to go there to borrow books and return them, but he had not included it in his own tour of the house, he had stuck to the servants' part, and the stables. The library was large and filled from floor to ceiling with books, row upon row of them, on shelves along the walls, but also i...