YOU TOOK MY HAND in yours and you led me silently away from the crowd, gathered together in communal awe around the bonfire that burned with joyful ceremony, that cold November night. Nobody noticed us slip away; nobody could have guessed that the fire they stood around, gawping at in innocence, was a mere spark compared to the heat inside you. Your heart wa...
(My first extracts indicate just how naïve I must have been at the time and also perhaps my inadequacy in the bedroom. The following extracts do nothing to lessen my sense of humiliation, just the reverse in fact.) SATURDAY, OCTOBER 25, 2003. Our sex life remains non-existent at the moment but at least Marie seems to be emerging from the listless, subdued...
"I don't want you to jump, Josie." I pulled her aside to try to get her to listen to me for once. She poked me in the stomach and smiled. "Of course I'm gonna jump, you did." Everyone else was perched on the ledge overlooking the waterfall. "I was only a couple feet from hitting the side, you won't be able to jump far enough out." She frowned. "Josie, don...
November had come to the upper Midwest. That meant the long evenings, neighbors hanging out outdoors, barbecues in the back yard, and casual conversations with people walking their dogs on warm evenings after work- all that was long over. Now, darkness came fast, and the nights were cold and long. The air smelled not of the fragrant smoke of barbecues, but r...
Laying the Ghosts of War Copyright Oggbashan September 2018 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. +++ Splat! A sniper's bullet struc...
The roommate is up before I am, watching morning television, a cigarette hanging from his chapped pink lips as he loads the dishwasher. We're not supposed to smoke in the apartment but he does anyway. I join him on enough occasions that I'm guilty of breaking the rule instead of bending it. Almost a year now he's been this slouched, hairy, somnolent, depre...
The chronological order of my stories is as follows: Todd & Melina series, Interludes 1-5, Sperm Wars series, Russian Roulette series, Case of the Murdered Lovers series, Case of the Murdered Chessplayer series, The Swap series, Interludes 6-10, The Murdered Football Player Series, Case of the Black Widow series, Teresa's Christmas Story, The Case of the Bl...
Do you remember a special song from your first school dance? The song on the car radio when you finally got to first base? The music playing when you lost your virginity? A standout song from the playlist for your road trip to spring break with someone that made the trip memorable? The music playing when you first realized you were in love? The first song yo...
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*** Sarkopheros Says: Man, November has been nuts. I was worried I wouldn't get a story out this month. But I fucking did it in the 11th hour ... literally. It's 23:23 as I'm writing this. Or 11:23 PM I guess. But it's not as amusing that way. Anyway, in this story, Jae goes to his art class, but there's no model, so he helps inspire the class! Expect a...