In the darkness of early morn, Peter lay awake, thinking of the day ahead. Yes, his sisters had told him they had arranged helicopter transport to take them up country. Yes, he was prepared and yes, he was with his wife. Looking at the clock he realized it was almost time to leave. He nudged Jennifer until she groaned, "Let me sleep, I'm so tired, just let...
I walked up to the front of the sports bar at exactly 11:48, two minutes to spare. I casually approached the hostess while I looked around a little to see if Holly was there yet. "Can I help you sir?", asked the one hostess, a young, very attractive but skinny for my taste, blonde. She was probably one of the college students who make a few bucks towards th...
Jordan walked in and sat down at the table with the two ladies. "Elunara still asleep?" At the loud thumping, they all looked up. "I take that as a no." Jordan laughed. "Oo, carrot cake." "Tippy sent the whole thing to Elunara." Tulani grinned. "Neeever mind." Jordan sighed. "Not worth a lost limb for a slice of that." A knock on the door and Jordan sig...
Copyright Oggbashan January 2015. 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. Thank you to naokosmith for academic advice. *****************...
Sometimes I hate my editor Barb. She is very good at what she does, I will admit that. She can take my sterling prose and put just the right gloss on it to make it even more sparkling. She is also my biggest fan and my loudest cheerleader at "Participation" magazine. I'm sure you have read at least one of my articles. It might have been my cover story about...
PART FOUR - BODRUM - 3 - "How come all those towers are bunched closer together and then there's a big space down to the wall there?" Gabe wondered, "It doesn't seem like the strongest defensive position." "As I said before, each tower and the area around it was the responsibility of each different tongue of the Order," Dr. Gerard told him, "Perhaps the E...
"How do you know?" Harry asked hanging on the rack of clothes. "I just do," answered Corinne not even bothering to glance in his general direction. "How the hell do you know if a shirt will fit you if you don't go and try it on first?" Harry pressed. "It just baffles me. The amount of clothes you return to the store after trying them on at home, the store...
I looked at the clock again, for about the fiftieth time in the last hour or so. Seventeen minutes to six. The message could come in two minutes or one hundred and twenty-two minutes. Or not at all! Another glance around the preparations I had made, partly out of sheer nervousness and partly to ensure that when the time came I could make the final arrangemen...
[There is some discussion of bodily functions so if that offends you, read no further. This story was inspired by a scene in the classic novel, The Discipline of Odette, by Jean Martinet, describing how a service similar to the one featured in this story operated in a French milieu many years ago. All characters are 18 or over.] * Katherine Larson had had...
Ethilathain re-entered the bedchamber as silently as he had left it. But this time he did not expect Callia to be perched on the bed glaring at him with her arms crossed and a stern expression on her face. "Just where did you sneak off to?" She asked, her eyes blazing. He tilted his head and gave her a pondering look. "I did not wish to wake you, my precio...