I want to express a very warm and heartfelt "Thank You" to all of the kind and gentle souls who took the time to vote and/or leave a comment, as well as those who have sent me feedback on my previous stories. This one is for all of you, and I pray that God richly blesses each and every one of you. Oh, one more thing, this story is totally fictional. MoogPla...
*Authors' note: Some time ago, I wrote a story called Dani, which was based on a conversation I had with the father of my late best friend, a Marine who was killed in Afghanistan back in 2008. It was about how his crippling grief, coupled with an already rocky marriage, nearly led to him having an affair with a woman his late son's age. In my note on that s...
A blonde, invited. The blonde sat under a huge umbrella, swaying lazily in her hammock. Her skin glowed from hours of tanning. Now she preferred the coolness of shadow, sipping a drink while listening to mellow jazz on her iPod. She idly scanned a magazine. Looking up, her eyes caressed the outlines of a body she knew well by now. It lay stretched out...
Hey! Now that I have your attention I should mention there are no anorexics or bulimics in this story. Don't leave! What I have for you is a true story. All characters in this story promised they were over the age of 18 at the time of this printing. All ideas are solely that of this author and not of anyone else so I'd be honored if you plagiarized me. "...
Copyright Oggbashan July 2016. 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 woke up feeling awful. My head pounded...
Author's forward: I am not and probably will never be a professional writer. I have however had a great time, trying to tell a tale creatively that I have not had an opportunity to do since Freshman College Creative Writing class, over 38 years ago. Yes I'm sure I need an editor. After self-editing this story well over a half-dozen times, declaring it ready...
I was told by someone who knows that I should mention that the characters in this story were originally in 'Enabling' and "Hooking Jörmungandr". While I tried to make this story complete on it's own, there are details there which may flesh things out a bit more. Also, keen readers will notice there maybe be some inconsistencies between the three. Well...they...
Tiffany. Maria. Sandy. Destiny. Chastity repeated the names to herself as she directed a coy smile at the man she had brought back to her apartment. Tiffany. Maria. Sandy. Destiny. They were the names of the women he had raped and then sent to the grave in one case and into the ICU with the others. They were women like her—women who shared an... affliction...
They met Lukas in Reno again, this time in some sort of warehouse set at the ragged edge of the city. Lukas didn't have many people with him, and Esther explained it was just as well. "You are very stealthy," she said. "But your men are not, not in the way they think they are. Not enough to help me very much when I must conceal them from the Mexican." But...
Author's note: This is, in all its seven parts and their many chapters, one very, very long story. If long stories bother you, I suggest you read something else. No part of this story is written so as to stand on its own. I strongly suggest that you start with the beginning of Part 1 and read sequentially—giving up at any point you choose, of course....