Diesel City stretches like a rusted ulcer across the northern United States from Chicago to Cleveland. Motorcycles, trains, and airships constantly roar through the city streets belching smoke and rattling the oft-broken windows as great factories churn out everything from muscle cars to atomic bombs. Women tend to fall into three categories: Dames (easy lab...
This chapter was edited by MistySerenade and I would like to take the opportunity to thank her for the fine editing. Again, if there were any mistakes it would be my own doing and has nothing to do with the editor. Thank you Misty. * "Hey Bob! There's a lady from the Social Services here to see you," one of Robert's staff called to him through the recordin...
The following story is a partial fictional story about a girl I met while I worked for a little while for this company, things didn't end so well while working there for, the only thing that was good about work there was seeing her. This is the way I truly wish things had gone for Her and I but sadly I left and doubt I'll ever see her again. The names have b...
20: Doomsday Approaches "Are you ready Gregor?" asked Miranda as she set up the power circle, placing a vial of fine powder at its core. "Yeah I'm good to go. So, what have you done to counter Igor's attempt?" asked Gregor. "I've placed a barrier enchantment over the doorway here so he can't get in. It will take him some time to get past it," said Miranda...
Edmund stood in the great anteroom of his, no their London home. Amid the deep red plastered walls and mahogany furniture, he seemed to be part of the decoration. A statue of a naked young man, with a morose look on his face. Yet the statue could move, and the statue held an envelope in his hands. Edmund willed himself to move, to look at the envelope again....
Annie managed to keep calm faced and quiet through a quarter of the meeting. She sat and listened as Dale laid out logistic and organizational missions to the living dead that sat around the table -- listening to them as they responded in turn. The people, the ghosts, the zombies, the revenants that Dale had brought to their headquarters in San Francisco, al...
************************************************* Copyright Oggbashan April 2014 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 story is...
"You work here?" I said. "Yeah," my cousin Raven responded. I looked back at Lillian, incredulously. She had the same look. "You're related?" Lillian questioned, tilting her head. "Yeah," I said. "Distantly, but still..." Raven added. "Raven... you are a waitress here, right? You don't strip?" I asked her. My phone vibrated. It was Daisy. It read......
Jenna knew there was something more to the LuvBot Factory than the bubblegum brightness of the "official tour". The pink guide bot with hearts for pupils gave her the creeps, and as a reporter, she could smell bullshit from a mile away... After sneaking away from the bizarre trip through the facade, she used her athletic build and a multitool to pop open a g...
Just after I completed my graduation and returned back home, I was given the charge of managing the production line of our industry running on 24 hour round the clock basis. My duty will start from 8 in the night and end at 8 in the morning. However, being an engineer and the son of the owners, I had the privilege of choosing when to be at work. We had our...