You may have seen and enjoyed the 1998 movie "Sliding Door" starring Gwyneth Paltrow and John Hannah a few years ago; which was an intriguing story about how a simple turn of events or a decision can make such a difference to your day and possibly your life. I hope you enjoy my take on this concept of fate. This story is dedicated to Teachgirl and her fant...
Eventually Heather ended up in what looked like a photography studio. There was lighting equipment and tripods and a number of expensive looking cameras. Heather had questions she wanted to ask, however she was learning to keep her mouth shut. Apparently students in this school didn't speak unless spoken to. And even then they had to be careful how they answ...
The young man, brow furrowed and glasses perched low, bent over the table. His scalpel gleamed in the low light as he sliced through flesh and sinew. A thick tube was twisted with some force into the opening he created, allowing a dark viscous fluid to ooze toward the drain. Mr. Walker didn't move, but that was expected. Corpses tend not to do that. He turn...
My Stepmother Teresa hadn't done much, it seemed, in quite a while, since her last experience documented in her other stories. She dressed pretty conservatively again, and all seemed quiet and placid in our lives. This peace was broken one day, however, when I was walking with Mum around the corner, past the local shops. There was a group of youths in their...
"Mr. Lim, would you like to see my breasts?" She was staring up at him, her eyes fearful, for what ever reason that he might say no. He couldn't think of what he had done to be so lucky. Before this moment he had considered himself a failure of a man. His wife had left him for a limey bucktooth lawyer, Victor heard a few years later that his son blew his b...
Copyright© 2010 by Denham Forrest, the Wanderer I thank my little team of helpers, Sue, Angel and PapaGus for their assistance in preparing this short tale for posting. This one should be read with a certain amount of scepticism when it comes to exactly what the narrator is telling you. But generally I'd suggest that that same scepticism would be advised w...
I lived and went to college in the same town I grew up in. All my friends (minus the few that moved away or had died for some reason) lived nearby. My father owned and operated the local building supply center and hardware store. He had wanted me to get my degree and come back to help him, eventually to take over the store. When I was young he had forced me...
*********************** Chapter One - The End of Peace *********************** Marina inhaled the fresh morning air, frowning out over the castle courtyard from the window of Prince Baeden's chambers. She was wearing a thin cotton underdress with nothing over it, the closest she could be to naked without her breasts resting in the open air. It reminded he...
Thanks to you all for your kind words, but especially to my friends in: Anonymous, Arizona, Galway, Glasgow, the Hebrides, and Ontario. In strict alphabetical order. For new readers, you might find it would help if you read Chapter 1 first. All comments, public or private, most welcome. I've a thick enough skin to take criticism. * She didn't call that af...
************************************************* Copyright Oggbashan August 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. This was orig...