"We can't let him go around like this anymore." A hooded man looked up and fought the urge to rub his eyes of sleep. He had been at this boring ass job of advising for the higher ups for almost a century now and every time, the subject of one noble or another would come up and how horrible it was that they didn't have any heirs, they were single, they were...
Read chapter 1 to get a better idea of where we are right now. Do give your comments and votes at the end. * Saturday came by a lot quicker than I was expecting. It was time for my second date with Monica. We were to meet up at CraftSteak for dinner and possibly a movie afterwards. Even as I dressed up, I felt those urges well up inside. The knife was t...
Okay - there's a little poetic licence here in the sense that I believe six berth sleeper compartments have long disappeared from the British Isles, but, hell, it's my fantasy based on travel abroad, so this technical detail aside, please... enjoy :) * There was a cock-up with the reservations, which initially, yes, it rather peeved me, but there's such a...
Rosie Grant was on her way to work, walking jauntily through the city centre, past the elegant portico of the imposing Jones' Brothers department store to the staff entrance at the side. Fortunate to be accepted on the their management training course acquiring the necessary retail experience had meant starting as a humble shop assistant and laboriously work...
Arthur's Story After dinner I walked the gardens to help digest my food. Despite the fine smells my head was elsewhere. My mind was a filled court politics. Everyone was at each other's throat. The problems were building for me now. On top of ruling my kingdom, I had Guinevere heartbroken after being found having an affair, now I had my trusted knight tel...
The market was where he first got his start. Young Atlas had been living on the street since he could remember...he didn't know his last name, didn't have a need for one. He also couldn't tell you just who his parents were and he didn't really care. When begging didn't work, he turned to thieving and had soon become quite the accomplished pick-pocket. But f...
There was a cock-up with the reservations, which initially, yes, it rather peeved me, but there's such a thing as too spoilt, and it strikes me that there are worse things in life than having to share an overnight sleeper train carriage with two complete strangers. I barely notice them. Just sip on the Chai Latte I picked up at the station and stare fixedly...
Thirty souls did congregate within that empty palace on the outskirts of New York, well, perhaps I should correct myself, twenty-nine souls for I was one among them and the undead have no souls. Ten men as angelic as Lucifer before the fall stood around conversing near the banquet table filled with fresh meats and very poor Cabernet Sauvignon. Blood red wine...
* * * * * Copyright Oggbashan October 2005 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. * * * * * We were running late. We had intended to m...
My name is Joakim Johansson and I want to tell the world the real reason behind the marital problems of Tiger Woods. Do not even think that Mrs. Woods' anger was due to the little prostitutes Tiger runs around with, as she does not care a fig about them. In fact, she told him to go find a street slut to satisfy his unnatural need for oral gratification, as s...