Please let a comment to help making better chapters Kolin part 1: A new beginning This building dated back to WW2 era, you could say it is was ust have been the head quarter of some nazi boss, but now it is something beyond that. It belongs to my company, mmh… When I say my company, I mean my Urien's company. But that makes no difference as I’ll be holding...
Well Freddy, good to see you. Glad you could make time to visit your old grandpa. Oh, grandma and I have been doing fine, thanks. How she keeps going is beyond me, but she's always been the strength of the family. Oh, I've slowed down a little, but I still can throw my line in the water most days, and enjoy my beer at supper time. That's how you live to be n...
I have received the question, at times, about who should play characters in a film of my novel "A Pius Man." This got me thinking about adaptations. Given the last decade of novel-to-film movies, the question becomes more interesting. Looking at the slew of Harry Potter films, filmed comic books, etc, I find that Hollywood has obviously hired people who can...
Hello, and welcome to the twentieth, and final, issue of Tales from Snippettsville, Short Stories From A Small Town. If you want to know what it's all been about, go to Snippettsville Group If you have any feedback on the stories, and let's face it, as writers we all love feedback, just click on the author's name, in blue at the head of their piece. If y...
Author's Note: My spiritual mother, Colonel Marina Raskova, founder of 588th Night Bomber Regiment -- what the Germans in WW2 called "Das Nachthexen," the "Night Witches" -- once asked me, "what is the purpose of prose if not poetry?" She delighted in French Avant-garde theater, Dada art, surrealistic poetry, and so do I. If stream of consciousness bores you...
I first worked in a northern Quebec mining town after finishing high school. The town where I worked could be compared to the wild west of another century. The mining business was booming and single men from around the world came to work the mines. Several of the hotels provided an easy access to meet ladies of the evening for pleasure. In fact, it was just...
In 1969 a WW2 veteran comes to grips with his demons and a wife's infidelity. * The pain seemed to emanate from everywhere as I lay in the bed listening to the incessant beeping of a machine somewhere to the right of my head. With a jolt I grasped I was in a hospital and must be seriously injured judging by the amount of pain I was enduring. I was disor...
Og's Blog Pt 08 Og becomes a civil servant. Part 04 To the end at Portsmouth. Author's Note: Because of the Official Secrets Act, this has to be regarded as a fictionalised account and names will be omitted or changed. Any names given will not be the names of real people. Please note that Parts 01 and 02 of Og's blog are transcripts of posts made on the A...
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 am a student at a London university in the mid 1960s but...
I'm an old man now, born in the still austere world of post-war Hampshire... does that sound a bit dull and dreary? Maybe a little, when I was a small kid... but it meant that I was seventeen in Nineteen Sixty-seven - the year that sexual freedom burst through the Victorian staidness that had restrained my parents. My dad told me when I was fifteen that ev...