* * * A Chance Encounter: My sister Erin glanced over as she eased her car from the arrivals curb at the Dallas-Fort Worth airport. "So how was your flight?" Actually, it was pretty shitty, now that you ask. She had just driven over a hundred miles to pick me up so I wouldn't be tormented by a three hour wait to take the next Greyhound bus home. I knew...
Author's note: This story documents a week of life-changing events for a woman who is the victim of a crime, and a man who helps her deal with the after effects. For a while it seems that every crime leads to another one, and they come to depend heavily on a police detective, and a private investigator who has a way with computers. Along the way you will com...
Copyright Oggbashan for the three separate parts -June 2006; November 2013; July 2014 and October 2018 for the complete edited whole. 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...
BOOK ONE - Addiction "Newton?" I asked my roommate in a puzzled voice. "Did you take a bath this morning?" "Why Animal," answered the bespectacled wolverine, with his usual smugness, "is one missing?" "As a matter of fact yes!" Approaching the door, he peered into the bathroom to confirm my statement. Not only was the bathtub missing but also the sink, t...
AUTHOR'S NOTE: It's all the Ex's fault - Redux Due to reader requests and a bad case of writers block, I have revisited this series and have added names and spiced up a few bland spots. Many thanks go to RF-Fast for his editing and suggestions that enhanced the story. Any bad grammar left is wholly on me and my artistic style... and a strong reliance on s...
Foreword 'There's an interminable fog about the place; a fog that surrounds my body at all times, a fog that seeps all the way through into my mind. I can never get it to go, and sometimes I feel like I'm living a solitary existence in a secluded, remote cave in the middle of fucking nowhere. And I don't even get the sight of a misty coated sea to gaze at;...
Cindy Philip Johnson Preface I'm going to make an obvious comment right off. This whole story is a work of pure fiction. I say obvious because that's what it will be before you get far into it. In fact, it's a work of pure fantasy, so if you look for any particular redeeming content, you're likely to be disappointed. I invite and appreciate comments, but...
Author's Note: So, hot on the heels of Part One comes Part Two, and our intrepid heroine Allie and her Irish husband Patrick finally make it to the strange little world of Blackwell Island. Once there, they settle in to life as temporary islanders and get to grips with the native Pā'ele tribespeople's strange and rather erotic customs. For, as they are abo...
Act 1 - Island Affairs Chapter 1 - The past catches up Sydney ran along the compacted sand of the beach lining Mwarotu Bay, the cloaked Majestic sat at anchor in the deep water to his left. The big muscular man with his dark mane of hair with its errant lock across his forehead shook as he ran. The dark-blue eyes were focussed on the sand in front of his f...
BOOK ONE Sunrise and bad weather on the Prairie can be a site of sadistic beauty -- A frightening thing, like a lion loosed from its cage while the tamer sleeps. Often when the weather is bad I am restless, sitting up nights or rising early before the dawn to walk out and watch the rainfall when sleep won't come to me. The summer nights have only just beco...