PROLOGUE I was excited. I have to admit, when it came to Emelia, just thinking about her got me pretty worked up. Tonight, however, was special. Tonight was her birthday. Serge', her husband, and I had been conspiring to surprise her for her birthday. Okay, let me backtrack a moment. I've known Emelia for years. She was part of the reason I quit being a pe...
Chapter 20. Paula and Paul She had come to my campsite from hers to thank me for helping her son that morning. "He seems to be a good kid," I said. "Yes, he is, mostly. He is not nearly as helpless with his broken leg as he led you to believe. He had ulterior motives." I nodded but let her statement pass without comment. She understood that I knew what h...
Copyright Oggbashan October 2019 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. I have realised that I am NEVER going to complete all my part--w...
The woman in this story associates colors with sounds and with forces of nature, even sex. This is a story of her quest to capture those colors in her abstract paintings, and of her love life with a French wine merchant and art collector, Andre, and a French-American fashion model and artist, Claudine. Chapter 1. Synesthesia; Andre The sound of the fog...
Chapter 1 "Ms. Shawcross will see you now," said the willowy blonde secretary, motioning them to follow her. Charles Emerson noticed that she had a pronounced seesaw to her hips as she undulated down the corridor to the conference room they had requested. "You know this is not going to be pleasant," warned Don Carcharo, Emerson's lawyer. "I don't expec...
Chapter 1 The cold front covering New England was so intense that the conditions outside Karen Lincoln's nineteen-twenties farmhouse were Siberian-like and according to the local radio station's weather forecast, it was unlikely to get any warmer over the next five days. It had snowed heavily for three days, leaving a blanket of snow three feet deep and iso...
(A Christmas romance) Chapter 1 Jen opened her tiny eyes, it was very early Christmas morning and it was quite dark in her cool bedroom that the three-year-old shared with her toddler sister. There was just a narrow ray of moonbeam peeping through the gap in the curtains which revealed to her a silent movement, a momentary flash of white. There, she thoug...
I am sorry for my extended absence however my Cloud had a glitch and I was forced to rewrite everything from scratch. Now that I am back up to speed, I will do my best to continue this story as well as one or two of my others, depending on my creative motivations. This chapter differs from the Ch. 01 significantly however if you don't enjoy it as much, don't...
It wasn't until I was doing my umpteenth impeccable edit of this story, that it suddenly dawned upon me. "Flashman"!?! It has been a few years since I remember last reading any of Fraser's masterful1 series about the Not-So-Gentlemanly Craven Adventurer Across World History. Whom we all loved to hate. (We all hated to love?) Damnation! It pisses me off,...
Here I am, standing in a bus terminal, my two preschool children standing on either side of me. We are waving at a bus as it pulls out of the loading station. We cannot see inside the bus. We are hoping that mommy can see us waving to her and that she is waving back. My heart is in my throat. My stomach is in knots. I would probably be panic stricken except...