Chapter 1 -- Flight 2298 International Flight 2298 already was an hour late to its destination in Frankfurt when the aircraft was rocked by a nasty band of turbulence. The plane dropped into a wind shear, shuddered upwards, and then dropped again. The pilot, who already had ordered all passengers to return to their seats, ominously ordered the fight attenda...
Disclaimer: All right, this story is not real. NOT REAL! Not to be read by anyone under the age of 18/21 yadda yadda yadda! I'd love to hear some feedback as per usual. Please feel free to leave me a comment in the COMMENT Box at the end of the page. You see those big empty stars too? Maybe bump those up to five full ones? We wouldn't want them to be empty n...
Mr Martinet looks at the clock she will be here in five minutes. He smiles to himself and thinks of the scene he is going to play out to help Greg who had phoned a couple of weeks ago. He had been intrigued by his story and plight, but what convinced him to help is the way he had got his name and number. Mrs Mary Edwards is going to suffer before he extracts...
Author's Note: This was written for a short story competition with the theme of Colors. Entries had to be a thousand words or fewer. There is not much sex in this story, so be forewarned. Enjoy! *** "Why do I have to be Mr. Pink?" As he woke from a deep sleep, Ebron Johnson recognized the classic line from one of his favorite movies but it didn't coincide...
Copyright Oggbashan October 2013 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. ********************************* It had been a good solid mea...
The chronological order of my stories is now listed in WifeWatchman's biography. Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas. This story contains graphic scenes, language and actions that might be extremely offensive to some people. These scenes, words and actions are used only for the literary purposes...
A chill mist surrounded the unreasonably large castle at the heart of the Valley of Quorn. This castle was both fortress and palace, yet, in truth, neither. Built over more than 500 years the castle was more like a small city than a castle, and rather than a palace, it was in truth a university. What did they teach there? Adventuring, the ancient and honor...
Chapter 1: James just can't help himself -- he's a sucker for girls' and women's feet. Twenty-one-year-old James Noble was happily spending his evening where he spent most of his evenings: over at Debbie's, his twenty-year-old girlfriend. The couple had been going steady for almost three months now. Well, reasonably steady ... considering James's all-con...
-=-=-=-=-=-=- Alanna Farport, Imperial County of Catriona 13th of Zenith, 1282 D.f. -=-=-=-=-=-=- Alanna and Talos had journeyed across the County of Catriona on horseback for the better part of three days, crossing the paved Imperial highway just yestermorn. The pair had briefly stopped in the town of Featherton to relay their sorrow of the lost w...
Six months earlier. Thomas Dawkins drove his sleek BMW through the streets of Charleston, on his way to the wealthy white neighborhood where he had just purchased a large and expensive home two weeks earlier. He smiled to himself. Thomas Dawkins was a rich black man. At Harvard he was a champion weightlifter and his coal black skin stretched over an impress...