This story is part of an ongoing series. 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...
There is very little graphic sex in this story. * CHAPTER ONE I have often heard people say that what goes around comes around; many will sagely refer to the 'circles of time'. If you are to believe those two maxims, then the other old advisory 'you should never go back' is contradictory. You have no choice about going back because the circles of time and...
Nights were hardest now. The dark uncertainty of morning -- and what might come, like shades of gray marching across her ceiling, because even Copenhagen's wharves lay quiet now -- whether by day or night. The constant stream of rumors from the south, of Germany and Austria on the march once again, had unsettled even her father -- and nothing ever unsettled...
"How long have you been receiving these letters?" Det. Anton Judge asked the distraught woman seated in the visitor chair in his office. "About three months," she replied, clenching her fist and raising it to her mouth. "At first I thought that it was a sick joke from one of my idiot friends to celebrate Halloween, but after the second one I began to have m...
Chapter Two: Dawn Surprises I woke the following morning with the granddaddy of all hangovers. It didn't take me long to realise that I had been woken by the sound of a woman singing somewhere in the cottage. No amount of hiding under the duvet would dull the sound. Then quite suddenly she burst into my bedroom carrying a breakfast tray, which she placed...
************************************************* Copyright Oggbashan April 2007 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 was a rainy night, Avinash was driving back home on a lonely street. The visibility was poor in the heavy downpour, when suddenly he saw a girl in the middle of the street. Thanks to his good reflexes that he pressed the brakes on time. She suffered a mild hit and fell down. He rushed out to see her. Poor thing was lying semiconscious, writhing in pain an...
This story is part of an ongoing series. The chronological order of my stories is 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...
"So what is it that you do in Denver?" He asked her around a bite of the chicken parmesan he had taken just a moment before. Usually, she would have thought it was gross for a man to talk with his mouth full, but he had taken an unusually dainty bite, and it seemed kind of cute. She paused with the fork halfway to her mouth and tipped her head to him. "I'm...
Chapter 06: The Train Trip This was the last thing I needed on a Saturday night, or should I say Sunday morning, I usually go to Glasgow on a Thursday and come back Friday but this client could only view the house on the Sunday afternoon. I had been invited to a friends party tonight and really didn't want to miss it so I am now travelling on the milk train...