Prologue Sarah sat in her American History class and tried to stay awake. The teacher was going on about George Washington, how he was our first president. How he won the American Revolution. "Big deal." She said looking at the holographic picture on her screen of the first president. "The guy died almost 500 years ago." She sat back in her chair and closed...
My name is Eric and I am an elf. I am the Chief Elf at the North Pole. I keep records of everything that ever happens here day or night. This is my journal about what happened the year we almost missed Christmas. As usual, it is a human story, while almost human anyway, it’s about love, sex, men and women. So what’s new? Anyway, this particular Christmas...
Summary: a brokenhearted boy southern boy meets a city girl. Interracial. Story about true love when one least expects it, or is avoiding it. "Jed Michaels! Get up! This is getting to be ridiculous; it's been seven months now-" "And four days..." he said, rolling on his side, turning his back to his mother. She just didn't understand what it felt like,...
Dear readers: Thank you again for all your comments. Before you begin reading the story below, let me apologize for my brain. I don't know whether to blame excessive creative energy or insufficient discipline, but memories surge out of me without immediate respect to connectivity. The burden of patience is forced upon the reader, while the author whimsically...
In sixth grade on Valentine's Day, I got a valentine from Ritson Smart. Only it wasn't just a valentine, it also had a stick of gum, Fruity Stripes--the cherry one. We weren't allowed to chew gum at school, so I had to put it away for later. When it came time to compare our valentines, we girls sneaked to a hidden alcove in the bathroom. We called it the Bip...
It had been quite a winter so far. Above average snowfall, below average temperatures and it was only January. But it was Michigan. Today was quite a different story. The sun was actually out, it was approaching 40 degrees and some of the winter mix was quickly melting. It was Friday, and everyone was looking forward to the weekend. Some accident right outsi...
The last in the series, there are a few things about the series I am not totally happy with. If anyone feels like helping me with some editing please let me know. In particular, I would like help in developing how different characters express themselves so they are not so samey. * The first time I saw him, he made me cry my eyes out and we hadn’t even spok...
Often I'm approached with a concept for a story. Sadly most are scams, which I've grown accustomed to. This one was presented by someone whose use of the written word, while begrudgingly providing details, told me that this person's talents far exceed my abilities as a writer (I'm not one, I tell stories). My gut said to back away slowly. When the moderator...
Copyright Oggbashan February 2020 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. +++ Our friends John and Gloria organise great parties that we...
I walked through the crowd of sexy beer wenches and lederhosen bros, sufficiently buzzed and enjoying the Leavenworth Oktoberfest for the first time during my short vacation in the central Washington Cascades. Looking at my Instagram stories, I knew that Chelsea, my veritable Barbie doll of a former coworker at a beachfront resort on the Oregon Coast, was a...