-The Bench Carl was waiting for his hair to dry. As was his habit after his usual Saturday workout at the gym, he would relax on his favorite bench in a small neighborhood park. On nice days like this one, it only took a few minutes for his short hair to be dry enough so he would feel comfortable donning his motorcycle helmet. A small nondescript car slowed...
While the vessel was being manoeuvred into her berth, watched by a huge crowd ashore, Matt wondered if his father would casually ask him, "Did you happen to bump into a Martha Bridger?" Matt had been away for two years and 344 days, according to his mother. If he had any misgivings about his parents being less that enthusiastic about seeing their son again...
The expurgated parts of Gulliver's Travels Copyright Oggbashan January 2004; Chapter 6 April 2009; Minor edit to produce as a continuous story April 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...
Note to reader: This is an alternate ending to the story, where different decisions are made at critical points between various characters. There are many parallels in the text, but don't skip them even if you think you've already read them. There are subtle, and not-so-subtle, differences throughout. Some of the events described in this chapter aren't for...
**The showdown looms, though it's over the horizon at this point. There is a feeling of it, though, and that manifests in this just the way that it does in humans faced with uncertainty. Still, I've added a bit more of the small ones in this, since they're such a joy to write. For someone so mercurial, Illa is such a saucy thing that she often brings a smile...
37 Dusk was just extending its shadowy fingers over the scene. Surfers were wending their way home from the beaches, colourful surfboards slung firmly on top of colourful cars and vans. Zinc cream glowed beneath mirrored sun glasses on the faces that seemed to glow in the red rays of the setting sun. The homeward bound traffic from the beaches confronted he...
Synopsis: Griffins have a unique method of reproduction. Weary of her own people, a lonely griffin turns to a dragon to help her father the next generation. --- SUNFIRE/GRIFFIN With measured beats of her wings, the griffin dropped out of the air and landed on the hillside. She touched down hard and almost tripped up, but at the last moment she barely m...
Introduction: It was not his fault that Mr and Mrs Stanley landed their firstborn with the handle 'Morton Henry'. 'Henry Morton' possibly seemed to them pretentious, suggestive that the famous explorer was an ancestor. On the other hand, they could not resist the allusion. They did not think ahead, to schooldays and the viciousness his fellows could have wr...
This is my submission to the Wine and Old Lace event. I went a bit back farther than most, but it still fit the parameters. I hope you enjoy. ***** I watched the settlement for six days, amazed at how inept the people were at the simple task of living. They were oblivious to their surroundings, the men stomping about self-importantly while the women, for t...
This is an origin story for something I've been writing for some time. If it's popular I'm happy to write more. I hope you enjoy. Contains everything you know about me. Thank you for having a read friends. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx The Queen stood at her window looking out into the sky as the sun rose. It would be entering its highest point in t...