Chapter I: In which Alan Cox, ordinary man, becomes Don Cocksote, righter of wrongs, lover of love, and world-famous fighter for all manner of romantic justice. * In a town in New England, the name of which I have no desire to recollect, there lived not long ago an older man, nearly sixty, of the kind who have an old scooter in the garage, an elderly cat t...
The cold steel gave her goose bumps as she sat in her cage, naked and shivering. Normally, she lived in style with her handler and the rest of the girls on her handler's deep space cruiser, but every time he sent one of his girls in to see a client he insisted they be caged. He said it was "humbling," that clients didn't want to see their escorts arrive in m...
When he was young, Kendall Palmer's family went to a Southern Baptist Church. That church preached that once someone was 'saved,' he/she would go to heaven, no matter what else the person did or might do later in life. Among various congregations, controversies arose over whether the quality of life someone led after being saved should matter or not. Some fe...
Luck has everything to do with success. Some call it divine intervention. Natural abilities are nothing without the coincidences on which a life turns. It also matters who you know. In my case I stumbled onto some good people. Finally. In my darkest hour, hiding from every single person on the planet, I got a lifeline. ********* Then one foggy Christmas Ev...
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...
It had taken me much longer than I'd hoped, but I finally managed to get the tent up. I toyed with the tension of the fabric, testing my installation, and eventually talked myself into thinking it was structurally sound. Katie, my lovely wife, was pleasant and patient throughout the ordeal. She sat atop a felled log and fiddled with her phone during my effor...
The Line in the Snow Special thanks to Jack Murtagh for his exceptional, insightful, and annoying editing. Here's to you, white man. ;D Disclaimer for Tolkien nerds: I never read Tolkien, it's a coincidence. The last snowflakes had fallen, and the tread of leather boots through snow should have turned the single road running through Jinnsfjur to a m...
*************** Notice: some tags dealing with dark topics have been omitted in this listing for the sake of preserving dramatic tension. The story doesn't contain any descriptions of sex or graphic violence, though violence and torment are major themes. This story explores fear, torment, corruption, and loss of self identity. I originally meant for it to...
* * * * * 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. * * * * * Last Halloween I was returning from a visi...
(All characters involved in sexual/romantic situations are over eighteen years old. Any resemblance to real persons is unintended and coincidental Please note that this story contains some elements of graphic violence against people of all ages, as well as severe medical issues and their unfortunate consequences. Most of the story is relatively happy, light,...