Hannahs Good Vibrations
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This is the fourth part of the Hannah’s Hero ‘saga.’ If you haven’t read the previous parts you might want to take a minute to do so. The same content advisory given in Part 1 applies here as well. As always, I welcome your messages and comments.
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I found myself lying on a beautiful white sandy beach. I was wearing a pink string-bikini with a warm breeze and strong sunlight caressing my skin. I felt strong but gentle hands rubbing my back and shoulders. I turned over and looked up into the smiling green eyes of my husband. His loving eyes, the same shade as mine, looked down at me in adoration.
‘Chris,’ I breathed, reaching out to touch him. His face was solid beneath my hand, with just a hint of roughness from the stubble on his cheek. His hand covered mine, and he smiled broadly.
‘Hi, sweetheart,’ he said. He leaned down and kissed me deeply. I moaned into his mouth, wrapping my arms tightly around him. When our mouths parted, we both laughed for sheer joy. In an instant we were naked, rolling on the thick beach blanket.
His lips kissed over my breasts to the nipples, licking and sucking them. As he enjoyed my firm little tits, my hand found his balls. I gently played with them before moving to stroke his thick penis. Chris sighed in pleasure and kissed down my belly toward my pussy. I stopped him with gentle hands.
‘Not this time, lover,’ I said with a tender smile. ‘This time, you’re going first.’ I sat up, putting my hands on his shoulders. I guided my husband onto his back and laid on top of him, kissing his mouth, cheeks, and throat. I kissed over his whole body, only going between his legs when I sensed that he was getting frustrated.
I decided not to make him wait anymore, and took him in my warm wet mouth. He moaned loudly as his cock slid in as far as I could take it. I looked him in the eye and started sucking him, slowly sliding his dick in and out of my mouth. Little by little I increased the pace and the pressure, gradually sucking harder. When I felt him getting close I slipped him out of my mouth and started licking his balls and the underside of his shaft.
Groaning at my sweet torment, Chris tried to steer my mouth back to his needy cock. I laughed as I ducked under his hands, but took mercy on him. My lips parted wetly around the head of his penis as I took him back into my mouth. My wet pink tongue swirled around his shaft as I sucked. As I pleasured my man, I felt his hands caressing my head and shoulders.
‘Oh baby, I’m close,’ he whispered, barely louder than the breeze. I kept the same pace, feeling the tension in his body. Seconds later he erupted, ‘Hannah I’m cumming! Ooohh, I’m cumming!’
I felt the warm, salty spurts in my mouth and tasted the familiar flavor of my husband’s seed. I swallowed it greedily. It had been so long. I’d barely finished swallowing his cum when his hands went under my arms and physically lifted me. He laid me on my back just as I’d done to him, and then his mouth was at my pussy. I was already excited from pleasuring him, and his tongue easily slid between my lips.
Chris teased my rapidly hardening clit, and then darted inside of me. I gasped at the feeling, and my back arched to try to force it in deeper. It was his turn to laugh as his hands slid under me to grab my ass. Holding me steady, he thrust his tongue deeply into my pussy. I sighed and moaned loudly. Quickly, he slid his tongue out of my pussy and licked my lips, stopping to gently nibble them occasionally. After a moment, though, he couldn’t resist going back to my clit. His slightly rough tongue licked over my clit, driving me closer and closer to the edge. Suddenly, he slid a finger into me and pressed it firmly against the front wall of my pussy, against my G-spot! The firm pressure and his flicking tongue drove me right over the edge and I came hard in his mouth. ‘Aaaahhhh,’ I yelled, my hips bucking against his face.
Chris didn’t wait for me to come down from the sexual high. Instead, he rose up over me and took me, plunging his hard cock deep inside. His hands pressed against the bottoms of my thighs until my knees nearly touched my breasts. He was thrusting deep inside of me, filling my pussy with his hardness. It felt so good I came again, squeezing him with my muscles. Chris’s thrusts were coming faster as he got closer to his second orgasm. I was way past my own second orgasm. In fact I’d lost count again. Then his face came down to meet mine and he kissed me passionately. I felt hot shots of semen erupting inside of me as he came. I moaned into his mouth again as I felt him fill me up.
He stayed on top of me, nuzzling my breasts and kissing my neck. Finally though, he released my legs, slid out of me and laid on his back. I rolled over and cuddled against him, laying my head in the crook of his shoulder. Chris held me and stroked my hair with long, gentle touches. I was feeling the familiar post-orgasmic sleepiness, but I didn’t let myself surrender to it. Something wasn’t quite right.
‘Chris,’ I murmured against his neck.
‘Umm?’ he muttered, squeezing me a little tighter.
‘I feel like something’s wrong, like I’ve forgotten something,’ I said. Then it all came rushing back to me. ‘No,’ I whispered, unconsciously gripping my husband more tightly. ‘I’m dreaming. This is a dream!’
‘Yes,’ Chris said softly. ‘But it’s a good dream, isn’t it?’
‘You died! I saw you die on the TV!’ I said, crying.
He didn’t reply, he just held me close while I sobbed helplessly against his shoulder. When I finally calmed down some, he loosened his hold.
‘How can this be?’ I asked. He smiled at me and kissed me again.
‘The mind can do amazing, wonderful things. You needed, more than anything, to see me and feel me again, so you made it happen.’ His eyes gazed into mine, and I could feel how much he loved me.
‘So this is all in my head, none of it is real.’ I looked around us at the beautiful beach, the hot sun, and softly swaying palm trees that surrounded us. Even the sound of the ocean was perfect.
‘Of course it’s in your head!’ he said, still smiling. ‘But why should that mean it isn’t real? Listen Hannah, I won’t claim to know all the answers. For now, why don’t you just accept this as a gift. One last, precious moment together. I know that I wouldn’t have missed this chance for anything.’
‘I wouldn’t have, either!’ I said. I hugged him tight, savoring the feel of him against me. My skin was alive with sensation everywhere we touched. The thin field of light brown hairs on his chest teased my nipples. The warm, smooth skin at the crook of his shoulder was like satin beneath my cheek. His strong arms and hands held and caressed me. I felt safe and loved, and I didn’t want it to end. Without realizing it, I was starting to squeeze him more and more tightly.
‘Whoa, easy girl!’ he finally said, laughing. ‘You should leave a few ribs intact, dream or not!’
I eased off the pressure, but still held him tightly. He caressed my face tenderly. He kissed me and stroked my body with his strong hands. I closed my eyes and let him soothe me. Dream or not, his touch was heaven to me, comforting me and easing the pain.
‘I will always love you, Hannah. Always. Never doubt it, and never forget it. Now my love, it’s time for you to wake up.’
‘No Chris, please! Can’t I stay with you?’ I begged.
‘Not just yet, Sweetheart. One day, though, we’ll be together again. I promise,’ He said, his voice gentle and understanding. ‘Wake up, Hannah.’
‘Wake up, Hannah!’ This voice was different. It was a female voice, one I knew well. ‘Please, Hannah, please wake up!’ I could still see Chris lying next to me, I still felt his body in my arms, but both sight and touch were fading. He smiled, but it was touched with sadness.
‘She needs you too, Sweetheart. Go to her.’ Chris’s face was fading faster now. I could no longer feel him in my arms. ‘No, don’
t leave me!’ He was gone now, the beautiful beach was gone with him. ‘No!’ I screamed into the sudden dimness. My arms flailed outward until strong hands caught my wrists. I opened my eyes to see Jennifer’s tear-streaked face, holding my hands in hers.
Slowly I became fully aware of my surroundings. I was in a dimly lit office, lying on a sofa. Jennifer, Dr. Marina Kovarubias, and a dark-haired male I didn’t know were there. Jennifer was kneeling at my side.
I blinked my eyes a few times before finally sitting up straight. Dr. Kovarubias remained sitting where she was, her face full of empathy. I didn’t know what to say, I didn’t know if I should say anything at all, for that matter. Finally unable to stand the silence, I asked, ‘I passed out, didn’t I?’
When Jennifer nodded yes, I asked, ‘How long was I out?’
‘Roughly 20 minutes,’ Dr. Kovarubias said, her soft Greek accent making familiar words sound exotic. I felt myself slump against the sofa back. I felt drained and empty. My face was strangely dry, as if I didn’t even have enough strength for tears. Jennifer sat down next to me and held me tenderly.
‘Nurse West…Hannah,’ Marina Kovarubias began, ‘My first instinct is to keep you here overnight for observation. The reason for that is that some people, when feeling powerful negative emotions, can do things they would normally never do. Do you understand what I’m saying?’ Her dark eyes watched me until I nodded my head yes.
‘However, I’m willing to let you go home. I know you’ll be more comfortable there, away from prying eyes. But, I want to see you first thing tomorrow. In fact,’ she paused, smiling gently at me, ‘I’m making a house call.’
Not knowing what to say, and really just wanting to be alone, I nodded my head again. The mature, rational part of my mind knew I needed some professional attention and was grateful to have access to a doctor of her caliber. The grieving, sobbing, hysterical side of me wanted nothing to do with the rational side. It just wanted to be alone with its despair. I won’t lie to you, the grieving part was fully in charge of me at that moment. I would’ve agreed to anything the older woman said if it meant I could get out of that room. She seemed to know what I was feeling. She nodded her head to the dark-haired man.
‘Jeffrey is an orderly from my department. He will drive you both home since I don’t think you’re safe to be on the road. You should both rest.’
‘Thank you, Doctor,’ Jennifer said quietly. She helped me stand, and then supported me as we walked to the door. In the hall outside, our fellow nurses expressed their sympathy with gentle pats and touches. Nurse Hoskins — whom we jokingly referred to as ‘Nurse-zilla’ — was particularly sympathetic, since her first husband had died in Desert Storm.
The drive home was mercifully short and silent, and then Jen and I were back at the house. I stumbled twice on the way to my room, but Jennifer kept me upright. She opened my door and helped me to the bed. I lay down, and the tears finally started. There was no sound. No screaming or throwing things, no hysterics, just a steady flow of tears. My rage would catch up with me later. For now, I was dominated with grief, pain, and loss. I looked up at my best friend and sister-in-law’s face.
‘He really loved you, you know,’ I said to her at last. ‘More than anything, he wanted to protect you, and fill in for your absentee father. He wanted so much for you to be happy.’
‘I know,’ she said, her voice breaking on the last word. ‘He was a good man. I loved him so much, and I hope I told him often enough. But Hannah,’ she took my chin in her hand and made me look her in the eye, ‘I don’t think he’d want either of us to totally fall apart.’
‘I know that’s true. I won’t let myself break down like that.’ I let her see that I meant what I said. ‘By the same token, I’m sure he’d understand how I feel. He was really good at reading my mood. Even on that very first date, he could tell what I was feeling and respond in exactly the right way.’ Jennifer sank onto the bed with me and held me while I cried.
‘Yes he would have. In fact, he’d have been just as devastated if the situation were reversed. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to criticize you, Hannah, I –‘
‘Stop, Jen,’ I said. ‘You don’t have to apologize to me, nor do have to worry about being brave. It’s okay to just let it go. You’ve held me and given me every comfort you could. It’s your turn. If anyone on Earth could claim a closer bond with him than me, it would be you. We’re alone here, so let it out.’
Her body trembled against me, and I held her as tightly as she had held me. I stroked her hair and her shoulders while she wept. When she had finished, we sat in silence for a while. I felt a curiously refreshed sensation, as if the tears and the outpouring of grief had partially cleansed the wounds in my heart, so the healing could start at some point.
Finally, the blessed mercy of sleep swept over us, and we rested peacefully in each others’ arms. I think that we both needed the closeness. Jennifer was the closest friend I’d ever had, not counting my husband. As much as I felt like being alone, I needed more than anything to feel the bonds of family with someone. Yeah, I know that’s contradictory and it doesn’t make any sense. Regardless, we held each other close and offered each other what comfort we could. Sleep took care of the rest.
The next day, I began what was to be a long process of finding my husband’s remains and trying to get him home. I started making the first of what would be many calls to many offices. I started with the office of the Chaplain General and worked my way out from there. The papers Chris had left for me — other than a very loving letter — dealt mostly with financial stuff. I’m sure he didn’t foresee things happening quite like this. The problem was I couldn’t do anything until he was officially declared dead.
Anyone who’s dealt with the military in general — and the Army in particular — will probably be familiar with the runaround I was getting. I wasn’t making much headway. I was asking awkward questions, such as ‘Why did I see my husband die on cable news before I get official notification?’, and ‘Where is my husband’s body?’
After a week, our bereavement leave was up. Neither of us felt like going back to work, but back we went. The whole staff — not just the nurses — went out of their way to treat Jen and I with the utmost sympathy and respect. But things weren’t going well. I still wasn’t getting any answers out of the Army. My sessions with Dr. Kovarubias went alright. She truly is a gifted professional, but I just couldn’t bring myself to hear what she was saying sometimes.
My Daddy, though, was a big help. It was only a few days after that horrible newscast that he came to see me, flying all the way from Atlanta just to be with me and comfort me.
‘Baby,’ he’d said, ‘You can always come back to the house if you need to. I’ll take care of you. Don’t you worry none about your Momma. If she says one cross word to you –‘
‘Oh Daddy! Thank you, but no,’ I said to him. I saw love and understanding in his eyes.
‘I liked that young man a lot, honey, and I could see how much you loved each other. You just remember that I love you too, and if you ever need me you just call.’
As still another week passed, though, and the Army continued to stone-wall me, I started to get worn down. I wasn’t eating at all, I was losing weight, and my stamina and energy were at all time lows. Everyone noticed, but only Jennifer and Dr. Kovarubias said anything. I just brushed it off. I didn’t have much of an appetite.
Oddly, a patient in my ward snapped me out of it. His name was Brigadier General William Ellis, U. S. Army (retired). He was in the hospital fighting a losing war with pancreatic cancer. It was the fourth week after the newscast. I’d stopped to check on him during my regular afternoon rounds.
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br> ‘How do you feel today, Mr. Ellis?’ I asked politely. I didn’t notice the way he was looking me up and down. I was too busy checking his chart and his IV drip.
‘I feel like I’ve been pumped full of toxic drugs, then zapped with a focused beam of ionizing radiation. But since that’s exactly what happened, I guess that’s normal. How do you feel?’
‘I’m fine, thank you for asking,’ I said absently.
‘Really? I think that’s a load of horse shit,’ he said. I was startled. The old man had always been very polite before, and the sudden rough tone and language were out of character. I was even more startled when his hand lashed out with sudden quickness and grabbed the waist band of my scrub pants. He tugged them away from my belly and let them snap back.
‘About what I thought,’ he said.
‘What was that all about?’ I demanded angrily. He looked me square in the eye without the smallest trace of apology.
‘You have lost a good deal of weight, girl. Your muscle tone is starting to slip because you aren’t getting enough protein. Your cheeks are starting to look hollow and your eyes are dull. Tell me, Nurse West, what would those symptoms indicate to you?’ He locked eyes with me, almost daring me to challenge his assessment.
When I didn’t respond to him he shook his head. ‘You looked pretty good when I first got here, but there’s been a steady decline, so I’ve been asking myself what happened to you.’
‘It’s none of your business,’ I said, color starting to rise in my cheeks.
‘I spent most of my career in Military Intelligence,’ he said. ‘And yes, I’m well aware that’s a contradiction in terms most of the time. But back before you were born, in a shitty little war we like to call Vietnam, I kept myself and my men alive by noticing things that most other people didn’t. I see something in you right now that I haven’t seen since then.’
His dark, intelligent eyes surveyed me again. It wasn’t a lustful gaze, it was more like he was evaluating important data.
‘I know the gist of what’s happened to you,’ he said finally. ‘The staff here’s been pretty tight-lipped about it, but that damn broadcast,’ his voice trailed off and he shook his head in disgust. ‘People are going to talk about something like that, no matter how much they want to protect your feelings. It’s human nature, and without it the intelligence business would be an even tougher one than it is.’
He shrugged slightly. ‘Learning things I’m not supposed to know is what I do…or rather, what I did.’ With surprising athleticism for a 70-year-old man who was literally dying, he swung his legs over the edge of the bed and sat up. Automatically I moved closer to his side in case he fell, just as he knew I would.
He caught my hand in his and held it with surprising strength. I couldn’t seem to look away from his eyes. ‘Tell me what else has happened. What is it that’s eating you up inside?’ His voice was a weird blend of deep sympathy and unyielding command.
As if a dam inside me broke, the whole story poured out. He listened attentively, occasionally stopping me to ask a question. Afterwards he let me go and sat back in his bed, staring reflectively at the ceiling. Finally, he looked back to me.
‘I hate shit like this, but you aren’t the first couple this kind of stuff’s happened to. I may be able to help, but I’ll need to call in a favor. Come see me tomorrow after my Chemotherapy treatment and I may have something for you.’
I was stunned. ‘Oh my God, thank you!’
‘No!’ he said, weakly. ‘No thanks are needed, Nurse West. You and I both know,’ he looked toward the chart in my hands, ‘what that thing says. My wife’s been gone for 15 years, thanks to some liquored-up punk in an El Camino. Without her, and without the Service, I’ve felt like a useless REMF. I still have some…friends, I guess you could say, who owe me big time. If I can actually help you, then it’ll be an honor and a privilege to do it.’ He smiled at me. ‘Our country will survive as long as people like your husband are still willing to fight, and sometimes die for it. Maybe I can help him come home.’
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Kathrine gasped as she sat up in the bed. It's too soon, he couldn't have rescued her and returned already she thought to herself. She spoke to the room, "Lights please." She quickly rose, dressed, and moved toward the door. I'll meet him at the portal, since this was his second rescue he still may not be sure of what to do. I'll have both of them checked in the healing chamber and then take Ava Foreman to the bedroom. Then I'll have Jimmy wait in the den. It just seems to be too soon....
The next morning Arron woke early, bathed and dressed in his light leather armor. He walked down to the common room for breakfast and was saluted by the desk sergeant. "Good morning, sir." "Good morning, Jerros." There was a noise outside so Arron walked to the main entrance and opened the doors. He was greeted by a loud cheer. A crowd was quickly gathering; people pushed forward, patted him on the back and shook his hands. He was about to step back through the door when Jerina rushed...
This story will center itself around the main character: the hero. Well…at least that is what he will be at the start. You have to understand dear reader that most villains in real life aren’t inherently evil. They themselves do believe that what they are doing is the right thing. To clarify, this story does start out as a heroic tale. It is in fact a little generic. For example, it is set in the glorious country of the United States. The hero does at the start believe in the workings of a...
Mind ControlI was orphaned at an early age and lived on the street. I got my education through the public comp systems. At sixteen I got a job just off the port warehouse district as a night watcher. It was not much but I made enough to rent a one room apartment once called a studio. The area was very old and close to the port so the buildings were between six to ten stories tall. Since the area was old it was also neglected by a lot of the city maintenance workers. Few constables patrolled the area and...
Back inside, I took another pill and drank about half a beer while getting undressed and climbing into bed. Marilyn had already fallen asleep by the time I got into the sheets. I tried to close the drapes and shut out the daylight, but the entire place had been designed to be light and airy. Even the curtains seemed bright. It didn’t matter. I was out like a light in about thirty seconds and didn’t wake until dinner time. I woke to find myself alone in the bed, but I heard the shower...
It wasn’t that Jack had ever wanted to be a soldier. It was not something he chose from a range of professions. It was simply that Jack was born into an area where poverty and hardship were the norm, where the only choice for the boys who left school was either to slave in the local coal mines, or to join one of the armed services. So when Jack left school at the tender age of fourteen, as children were allowed to do in those far off days, he worked in the dirt and blackness for two long years,...
This is due to the fact that the entire neighborhood is terrified by my husband. He is a city cop, and an intimidating one at that. We fell in love in college, when he was the star linebacker of our small, local college. At 6’4’’ 225 pounds, he still looks like he could hold his own against professional football players. He could have gone pro if he really had the desire to, but all his life he wanted to be a cop, just like my father-in-law. And the same aggression he used to use to bring...
Introduction: A wife does something she never imagined she would, and it only gets worse from there. I was just taking the brownies out of the oven that I had made for my son, Kyle, when I heard a knock at the door. This caught me by surprise, since we get so few visitors to the house. This is due to the fact that the entire neighborhood is terrified by my husband. He is a city cop, and an intimidating one at that. We fell in love in college, when he was the star linebacker of our small, local...
Gary My HeroA work of fictionIt was getting late, it had started to rain. Rose Tyler normally walked the long way round to her home, but tonight of all nights, she chose to take the shortcut across the common. A sixty one year old widow, she rarely stayed out late, but tonight she had been visiting a sick friend and had lost track of the time. So it was well after ten thirty when she started the short walk through the dark area known locally as the Common.The two men, stood behind one of the...
He was exhausted, sweaty, gritty, and dirty. It had been a long tough fight and even though he had done his very best, he felt guilty and helpless.The call came in as a simple house fire. The kind he had been to a thousand times before. And like every other time, he had jumped out of bed, scrambled to get dressed, and get on the truck as fast as possible. But he wasn't as young as he used to be and he could feel the toll the years had taken on him. He was still in decent shape, he thought. He...
UniformSRU -- The Football Hero By Ellie Dauber (c) 2001 "Mall Security, Sam Crawford speaking." "Sam, this is Al Dehner at Rite Aide. I've got a crazy man screaming in my story." Al's voice was quivering, a sure sign the man was nervous. In the background, Sam could ear what sounded like someone shouting, though he couldn't make out any words. "On my way," Sam said. The Rite Aide was only about six stores away from the corner where the Security Office was located. Sam...
"A working class hero is something to be... ... If you want to be a hero, well just follow me." John Lennon Johnny McMullen stared at the piece of paper in his hands, and felt a cold sweat break out all over his body, despite the unseasonably warm late-winter day. It had come out of a sealed envelope with his name on it that had been placed under the windshield wiper of his pickup truck, which had been parked in the lot at the foundry where he worked as a master machinist. As he read...
Kevin had never had much luck with girls. To begin with, he was terribly shy. He seemed to freeze up when talking to attractive girls. He was okay in his dealings with his mom and his female teachers, but that was different. There was no physical attraction. His paralyzing shyness only seemed to affect him when he tried to speak with members of the opposite sex to which he was attracted. Being a young man of 18, he was attracted to a lot of girls. Since he didn't know what steps to take to be...
Bikini Beach - Heroes ElrodW A veteran, who's considered a hero, is tired and feels broken, because his injuries left him crippled and less than a man. When Anya offers him a pass to Bikini Beach, the hero has to decide if he's better as a broken hero, or a whole woman. ********** This story is copyright by the author. It is protected by licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial- ...
16th January, 2007 I’d just completed a tour in Iraq serving in the Marine Corp. I arrived at the airport and made my way home. The cooler weather blasted me, used to the warm heat of the Middle East. Grabbing a cab, I instructed him to my home. Having little personal belongings I hauled them into the trunk and sat quietly as the driver babbled incessantly. Getting home, I found an envelope on the kitchen desk with a small box beneath it. Opening up the envelope I noticed the handwriting...
16th January, 2007 I’d just completed a tour in Iraq serving in the Marine Corp. I arrived at the airport and made my way home. The cooler weather blasted me, used to the warm heat of the Middle East. Grabbing a cab, I instructed him to my home. Having little personal belongings I hauled them into the trunk and sat quietly as the driver babbled incessantly. Getting home, I found an envelope on the kitchen desk with a small box beneath it. Opening up the envelope I noticed the handwriting...
16th January, 2007I’d just completed a tour in Iraq serving in the Marine Corp. I arrived at the airport and made my way home. The cooler weather blasted me, used to the warm heat of the Middle East. Grabbing a cab, I instructed him to my home. Having little personal belongings I hauled them into the trunk and sat quietly as the driver babbled incessantly. Getting home, I found an envelope on the kitchen desk with a small box beneath it. Opening up the envelope I noticed the handwriting...
For those who suffered through the bad editing of the first submission I apologize. I owe a great deal of thanks to xtchr for agreeing to edit the story. All the characters and scenario’s are fictitious. The dangers and emotional harm are very real for those in the professions of the story. Seeing the harm done to critical care providers, and one in particular, prompted me to write the story so I am pleased that with xtchr’s help the tale reads as it should. Copyright 2014 * Ian Cameron...
Music of Change: We Could Be Heroes By Valerie Hope I, I will be king And you, you will be queen Though nothing, nothing will drive them away We can beat them - just for one day We can be us - just for one day I, I can remember Standing by the wall And the guns, shot above our heads And we kissed, as though nothing could fall And the shame was on the other side Oh we can beat them, for ever and ever Then we can be heroes, just for one day We can be heroes We can...
Generic Brand Hero By Sarah Barndt Chapter 1 I was, admittedly, a loser. I was a 24-year-old college dropout who worked at a video store and lived in my parent's basement. Add to that I was 5'5, scrawny and kind of weaselly looking. Well, as you could imagine, I was beating the babes off with a stick. Actually you could describe my love life by removing the words "the babes" and "with a stick" from the last sentence. The only thing that kept my Dad from thinking I was a...
After wishing good luck to the participants, Archbishop Silternja sat in his middle seat, at the left end seat sat Cardinal Northstar, His Young Eminence sat in the other middle seat and Sister Iaura at the right end seat. Priest announcer Armin exited the arena, leaving only the one thousand and three participants inside. “Thank you, Archbishop Silternja”, he said with no hint of intention to address the two youngsters sitting together with the holy Archbishop and Cardinal, as if he was...
Midfield Wisconsin, a medium-sized city by Midwestern standards, lies perched high above the shores of Lake Michigan. A long Coast Guard pier juts one mile out into the lake, slants sharply to the south then out for another quarter mile. This structure helps form a channel creating one of the best harbors on the lake, from which a fleet of commercial fishing boats goes forth each morning, accompanied by hundreds of swirling, squawking gulls. Huge merchant ships come and go, supplying coal and...
In an age of time when the destruction of modern civilization slowly descends upon us we must look to a future when someone, anyone will rise up and take the reigns so long ago dropped and lift us back to our rightful path. This at least was the thoughts and the most constant staple of Professor Damien’s lectures. He knew that the inner cities were going to hell and also that his student ratio had jumped by 60% over the last few years. At the ripe age of 45 he was still younger than the larger...
Copyright Oggbashan June 2001/July 2002 Minor revisions July 2015. 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. None of this story has any relevance to a historical India. It is a fiction based in a mythical country which is one character’s imagination of what India might seem to...
I wrote this story shortly after Christmas of 2102. It is a work of fiction. Names, places and events are a product of my imagination. I hope you enjoy it for what it is. * When the IED exploded eight Marines of Lieutenant Karl Richart Schmidt’s platoon lay wounded and exposed to sniper fire from a group of insurgents hiding in the village. Schmidt’s instincts told him to remain hidden behind the low stone wall which the remainder of his men had taken cover. Then his training kicked in....
Growing up as a kid, I was mesmerized by Popeye, The Sailor Man. It was a collection of my grandfather’s comic books that I had inherited. It was a ridiculous cartoon strip started in the nineteen-twenties. In it, Popeye a spinach glugging nerd constantly saves Olive Oyl, an even more absurd looking creature from the advances of a gorgeous looking, butch hunk named Bluto. Even as a child, I was unable to understand why Olive would be distressed by the machinations of the uber-masculine Bluto,...
Gay MaleYour name, is Fuckin' Savior Of The Land, Bitch. If this name is strange to you, then either get used to it or change it via the options over there in the right side. ---> The world you live in, is called Aria, named after the humble, noble, generous, incorruptible Queen Aria, founder and first ruler of this beautiful land before leaving behind a line of descendants to take her place. In this world, magic is real. Wizards, wands, witchcraft, mythological monsters, they're all real. Currently,...
Fantasyyour name is John Doe you were in An accident in a laboratory resulted in you gaining amazing skills and strengths - but also means that a secret government organisation is out to kill you! You must keep your identity hidden to the public, whilst also be using your powers for good! your superpowers are Super-Strength - Your powers mean you're now the strongest person alive, able to hurl cars at fleeing bad guys, knock over buildings with your bare hands, and accidentally wrench doors off their...
FantasyYou glanced around - it was an eerie night, with the full moon glowing brightly in the sky and shadows being lengthened to pull off a more frightening look than they usually would have. You gritted your teeth, and kept moving, though your body was tensed - this wasn't a good part of town, and you knew that because you were a guy, you would probably be beat up at the first opportunity. If you let them, of course - you were strong, standing at a good 6 feet, and though you weren't exactly...
Copyright Oggbashan June 2001/July 2002 Minor revisions July 2015. 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.None of this story has any relevance to a historical India. It is a fiction based in a mythical country which is one character's imagination of what India might seem to be...
Madhav had been away at college for nine months, as it was his final year of engineering education at IIT Delhi. During this time, his mother used to call him almost daily on his Reliance mobile phone. Madhav has become very close to his mother Sarita after the death of his father. Her phone calls were full of love and longing to meet him and glowing expectations about his final results.Now as he was returning home with good marks and a placement with a leading technology firm in their R&D...