Edited by Michael Leonard Prologue There were plenty of vacant seats at the bar. I was seated in my usual spot; from here I could see all the action and still maintain a certain degree of privacy. I was early, nursing a beer, waiting for the regulars to dribble in. I'm a newspaper journalist. Or at least I was until the paper began to experience a deluge o...
Copyright Oggbashan October 2019 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. I have realised that I am NEVER going to complete all my part--w...
This is a continuation of the adventures of Brad and Valerie. Their first adventure is in my story 'Extra Credit'. -DB Brad and Val -- Part 2: The Landscaper Chapter 1 Brad was running late. Dropping Lucy and Daniel off at their Uncle Jack and Auntie Sally's house was never a quick event. Hugs and kisses turned into demonstrations of dance moves and h...
Friday was one of Maisie's gym nights, so I wore dark clothing and waited in the bushes at the back of the car park. It wasn't long before I saw Gavin pull up in his flash red BMW with "GAV" as part of the number plate. No wonder Karen knew that it was his car without any mix-up. Sure enough, just over an hour and ten minutes later, Gavin returned to the c...
Aspen checked the address twice when she finally reached the home located near the top of a low mountain in Northwest Arkansas. The wooden mailbox had the correct address, but the path from the road led to a beautiful multi-level home with large paneled windows in the front, a balcony with a small table and two chairs on the next level, and a double-door ent...
Sequel to: Never Make the Last Out at Third After some minutes, Charlie broke the embrace. Backing away a step, she steered her moist brown eyes into Frank's damp grey ones. "What now?" The man tilted his head to one side and shrugged. "I'm not sure. It hasn't been a day yet since you went from being the girl of my dreams to; well, the girl of my dreams w...
© This is written by me, and can be reproduced for your enjoyment, however not if it is reproduced on an internet pay site, or any other medium; without compensation for me --- the writer. Thanks to my friend "SirBosk" for edit and addition of a few ideas! ____________________ This story is fiction. It is meant to be read by adults. Children under t...
It was a beautiful Saturday morning without a cloud in the sky and I was enjoying my second cup of coffee while reading the sports page when the phone rang. Hindsight tells me I shouldn't have answered it but hindsight doesn't do any good in the present. I picked up the phone and said hello. It was Ron. I haven't seen or talked to Ron since my birthday and...
CHAPTER 10 - HOME WITH STEVE AND A NEW CONTRACT Steve was waiting at the Brisbane airport. The week had gone much faster than he had feared. In part, he was more relaxed about the possible dangers posed by her slavery but he had also been buoyed by some of the responses to the hundreds of job applications he had sent out in the past few weeks, gaining inter...
My cell phone rang in the hotel and since I was in the shower my husband answered it. We were beach front on the azure waters of Grand Turk in the archipelago of the Turks & Caico's Islands so I did not expect it to ring. We were on the island for a week of diving and chilling. As busy professionals we just wanted to unwind and have a good time. "Who was it...