Hannahs Good Vibrations
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Note: This story is a long one, even after I broke it into chapters. If you want a quickie, sorry, look elsewhere. Also, be advised that there are incestuous overtones (but no actual incest), as well as anal sex and FF sex at one point. If that bugs you, then go elsewhere. Hope you enjoy, and as always constructive feedback is welcome.
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My name is Hannah, and I want to tell you about the hero I married. I first met Chris when I was in college. I was 20, studying nursing, and hopelessly self-absorbed. I had soft honey-blonde hair that I kept at collar length, and a great figure. Chris was the older brother of my friend Jennifer, and she clearly adored him. I have to say that as I myself was an only child, I was a little jealous of their relationship. Chris and Jennifer’s father was out of the picture, having left their mother years ago for his secretary. Their mother had been the victim of a drunk driver during my freshman year — just a few short months after Jennifer and I met as a matter of fact. Under those circumstances it would’ve been weird if they hadn’t been close.
Chris was a 22-year-old hunk at 5’11’ tall. His hair was short, and was either dark blonde or light brown depending on the light. One thing that immediately caught my attention was that our eyes were almost the exact same shade of green. He was really cut, but not a body builder. Chris was really quiet and that suited me. Like I said, I was pretty stuck on myself, and I liked being able to talk about me without being interrupted.
Jennifer was striking as well. She had been a cross-country runner since middle school and had the sculpted legs and ass to prove it. She liked to wear her black hair long. Unlike Chris, Jennifer was very outgoing. Unlike me, she was anything but self-absorbed. Most of my other friends wondered why I was studying nursing since I didn’t seem to have a desire to help people. They never had to wonder about Jennifer. She was a naturally giving, loving person who threw herself into her studies with the same passion and drive she applied to her personal life.
Through our college years, Jennifer and I grew closer, and I’m happy to say that the friendship with her worked to cure a lot of my character flaws. I was embarrassed when I finally came to realize how other people saw me, and worse how I had been treating other people. Jennifer never judged me, though. She just worked patiently to change me. As I changed, I started to notice people around me, most especially Chris.
While Jennifer and I were studying nursing, Chris studied automotive technology. He graduated, and having previously agreed to a term of service in the Army to pay for school, was enduring basic training and AIT the summer of our internship at Community Hospital. He came back just in time for our graduation. Just three days later, we had our first real date with Jennifer’s blessing. It was just dinner and a movie (Iron Man 2, I’ll never forget it.) Normally, Chris is quiet and introverted, but during the movie, he kept doing terrible impressions of different characters. He had me giggling like a complete idiot. If the theatre hadn’t been close to empty they probably would have kicked us out.
After the movie, we had a great dinner at a little mom-and-pop Italian restaurant near campus. It was the Tuesday night after graduation, and just like the movie theatre, the place was nearly deserted. We lost track of time, not realizing how late it was until the sweet old lady who ran the place started locking up.
Chris took me home. He and Jennifer had continued to live in their mom’s house during college to save money since it was close to campus. I’d rented a room there for the last couple of years. Since Jennifer and I were both now working at Community Hospital, I decided to keep renting a room there until I had some money saved up for a place of my own.
When we got in the house, I felt nervous. I wanted to invite Chris to my room. Well, honestly I wanted him to screw me silly, but for the first time since I’d started having sex, I was unsure of how to get things started. I really liked Chris, and I wanted him, but there was the little matter that I lived with him and his sister, and his sister was my closest friend. One of the many things I learned in college was that it was usually not a good idea to sleep with your room mate.
When I got to the door of my room, I turned around to face him. Anything I might have said ceased to matter, because he bent down, cupped my face in one hand, and kissed me slow, deep, and wet. I was no virgin, but I didn’t have all that much experience. At that point in my life, I’d never been kissed like that before.
For just a second I stood there like a statue while Chris kissed me. Then, while my brain was overloaded, my body took over. I started kissing him back with fervor. All by itself my right arm went around him, my fingers trying to dig into his muscular back. He let go of my face and wrapped his arms around me and crushed me against him. By then our tongues were dueling and we were both panting like runners.
There was a soft thud as I dropped my purse while I fumbled with the door knob, I didn’t want to stop kissing him even for the instant it would take to turn and open the door. I whimpered into his mouth when I felt one of his arms loosen its hold. Then I heard the door open behind me. Without warning he scooped me up into his arms and carried me into my room, nudging my fallen purse in ahead of us and closing the door behind us.
I moaned into his mouth as he carried me to the bed and settled into it with me, all without ever breaking our kiss. My body was on fire, I wanted him so badly. His hands roamed over me from shoulder to hip, skipping nothing in between. Still kissing, I felt his hands stroke their way down over my torso to my belly. He lingered there for a moment feeling my panty line, then moved upward again to cup my breasts.
I arched my back, pushing them into his hands and finally broke our long kiss to lick and suck at his neck. I left a hot wet trail down his throat until I reached his shirt collar. Growling in frustration my hands fumbled with the buttons of his shirt, eager to remove the barrier. Chris hadn’t been wasting time. Even while I was exploring his throat he found what he was searching for: the zipper of my little black dress.
Chris sat up and pulled me with him, then I felt him pull the zipper all the way down. Before I could do or say anything he was pulling my dress off over my head, and tossing it over a chair. I sat there, held upright in his strong arms in just my black strapless bra, matching boy short panties, and sheer thigh-highs. He was drinking me in, a hungry look on his face. For the first time since the kissing started I felt nervous. Did he like what he saw? Guys usually told me I was pretty, but like most women I know I felt insecure about it. Then he smiled.
‘God you’re gorgeous,’ he whispered softly. My confidence returned and I quickly pushed his shirt off of him and then went for his slacks. He trapped my hands in his and clucked his tongue.
‘Now, now,’ he teased. ‘Ladies go first!’ With a soft growl of his own he pushed me back down on the bed. His calloused hands made short work of my bra, exposing me to his gaze. Chris lay down against me, his hands caressing me again. He kissed my face but swiftly moved on, working his way down. He licked delicately along the line of my jaw and over the smooth curves to my neck, nipping my skin with his lips. When he reached my chest he ran his tongue down the sensitive skin to the valley between my breasts while his hands firmly cupped each mound.
I gasped as he suddenly moved up the inside curve of my left breast to the pink nipple and sucked it greedily into his mouth. He flicked it with his skilled tongue even as he sucked and the sensation drove me nuts! His hands weren’t idle, either. Even as he sucked my left nipple I could feel his fingers gently tweaki
ng the pink tip of my right breast.
‘Chris,’ I whispered softly. His only answer was to move his mouth to my other breast. I could feel myself getting wet, and my own hands wandered their way across his sculpted back. His smooth skin and hard muscle were hot against me. He stopped suckling my pointy nipple for a moment to look up at me, an impish expression on his face. Then he continued his downward progress, kissing down my smooth belly. When he reached my panties he moved quickly, grabbing the soft fabric and tugging them off my hips and halfway down my thighs before I knew it. He was strong and for a moment I thought he had torn them off, but then I felt him moving off of me and lifting my legs so he could remove them.
He carelessly flung my panties away to join my bra in oblivion. Wasting no more time he dove between my thighs, and this time there was no teasing: Chris meant business. His probing tongue slid over the lips of my pussy and pushed between them into my wetness. I could feel Chris sigh as he tasted me. I was doing my best not to bruise his ears with my thighs as his tongue moved over my womanhood. This was something new to me. I’d sucked a man’s cock before — in fact I liked doing it — but this was the first time a man had gone down on me! Even better, he was really fucking good at it.
I moaned lustily as he probed inside me with his tongue and fingers, then he moved up and started licking my clit. I thought I was in heaven. All by themselves my fingers burrowed into his short hair as he licked and fingered me. In no time I felt my orgasm approaching. I was babbling nonsense at this point, completely lost in the feelings he was giving me, arching my back and trying to crush his face into my pussy. It turns out he had saved his best trick for last. Chris used his tongue to push back my hood, and then started sucking my clit like it was a tiny cock. My orgasm hit me like a sledgehammer. I was saying his name over and over again. In fact, I might have been screaming it. I’d never cum that hard in my life up till then. He didn’t stop until I had a second orgasm. I was a quivering wreck, shaking like a leaf from the intense feelings. Finally I managed to pull him up and away from my sopping wet pussy.
We kissed again, deep and slow, and I tasted myself on his tongue. Recovering somewhat, I pushed at his shoulders. This time he let me take control. I rolled him over onto his back and laid on top of him, still kissing him, while my hands busied themselves undoing his belt and slacks. While I wasn’t as quick or sneaky as he was it didn’t take long for me to strip him of slacks, boxers, and socks. I moved to take off my thigh-highs and he stopped me.
‘Don’t,’ he said, obviously excited. ‘They look so sexy, leave them on.’ I giggled girlishly and complied, moving closer to inspect the prize I’d just unwrapped. Chris had what I’m guessing was an average size cock. I was no virgin, like I said earlier, but I’d only been with two other guys in my life so I didn’t have much to compare it to. I can tell you this, though, his cock was hard as a piece of rebar, and I hadn’t even touched it yet!
I knelt between his knees, bent down and took him in my warm, wet mouth. I heard him moan in pleasure as I swirled my tongue around the head of his cock while I sucked it. His hands moved over my shoulders, caressing them, then they moved up the back of my neck and into my hair. He didn’t try to force my head down, he just ran his fingers lightly through my hair while I pleasured him.
Chris surprised me when he gently lifted my face away from his cock.
‘Hannah, baby, that feels amazing! But, if you keep doing it I’m not going last long.’ He sat up and drew me into his arms. ‘I want to be inside you, and I can’t wait!’
I was grinning like a fool again — what woman doesn’t love hearing how much her lover wants her? I kissed him and wrapped my arms around him in a tight hug. Releasing him, I gently pushed him flat on the bed again. Taking his cock firmly in hand, I guided him to my entrance. The velvety head of his cock slid into me with ease as I mounted him. It had been a while for me, and his thick cock had me feeling so full I thought I might split in two. But, before I knew it my ass was resting on his upper thighs and he was buried deep in my wet heat.
I sat there for just a second, adjusting to him. Then, gathering my knees under me, I started to rock back and forth on his cock. He slid in and out, my wet slickness making it effortless. In seconds I was having my third orgasm of the night, clenching his dick in the silky vise of my pussy.
I pumped him slowly in and out of me for several minutes when he suddenly took over. One hand grabbed my ass and held me tight against him. His other arm went around my shoulders and pulled the rest of my body close to him. He rolled us over so that I was on my back without slipping out of me. He was firm but gentle as he spread my legs wider and started thrusting much harder than before. It felt like he was trying to drill right through me with his cock and I was loving it!
My arms stroked up and down his chest as he thrust into me. Then, needing to be closer, I took hold of his shoulders and pulled him back down on me. My mouth met his as I wrapped my legs around him and crossed my ankles over his ass. This opened me wider and let him thrust into me. It also made him slow down some. It felt really good, but like I said it had been a while for me. I was so sensitive that if he didn’t cum soon he was going to make me bow-legged!
As if my thinking about it triggered him, Chris reared up, groaning.
‘Oh god, Hannah, I’m gonna CUM!’
‘Cum for me, sweetheart,’ I gasped into his ear. ‘Cum deep inside me, fill me up with it!’
Chris, panting like a marathon runner thrust deeply into me one last time, every muscle in his body turning to stone as he came. I could feel the splashes of hot cum flowing into my body like hot liquid silk. Gradually, he relaxed against me, his cock still deep inside me. I caressed his back, shoulders, and flanks, and kissed him all over. I had never felt so satisfied in my life. After a few minutes he lifted his head from my breasts where he had laid it after he came. He smiled at me, and it wasn’t the ‘Ha, I just got laid!’ look that I had seen on the faces of my former partners. Instead it was a kind of conspiratorial look, like he and I shared some secret the rest of the world wasn’t in on.
‘Mmm, that was good, baby,’ I whispered. I was feeling that wonderful after-sex sleepiness and I hoped he wasn’t planning on going to his own room. I needn’t have worried, though. He gently pulled his softening cock out of me and rolled onto his back. Then, he pulled me close and held me against his flank, covering us both with my summer-weight comforter.
‘That was good, Hannah, really good.’ His voice and tone were soft, and his green eyes sparkled in the dim light filtering in through my bedroom window. It was my turn to smile as I tilted my head to share one last long, deep, wet kiss with him.
‘We should have done that a long time ago, Chris,’ I said. He stroked my bare skin gently.
‘Maybe so, baby. But we’ve done it now and that’s the part that matters.’ Neither of us felt the need to say anymore. I laid my face in the crook of his shoulder and surrendered to that delicious sleepiness.
I woke the next morning in an empty bed to the sound of Jennifer shouting my name. ‘Hannah, get up! For heaven’s sake we’re going to be late for our shift if you don’t hurry. And if Nurse-zilla rears her ugly head and roars at us, I’m not talking to you for the rest of the day!’ I couldn’t help but laugh as she used our private nickname for the head nurse at Community Hospital. I wasn’t surprised to find myself alone in bed, but I did feel strangely disappointed. I didn’t really know why, it’s not like Chris and I were married. Hell, we weren’t even officially a couple at all. It was a night of sex. Really, real
ly good sex, yes, but just a night of sex all the same.
Without thinking, I kicked the comforter off and sat up. Jennifer’s eyes widened in surprise. ‘Since when do you sleep naked, Hannah?’ she asked.
‘Oh!’ I said, grabbing my dress from the chair next to my bed where Chris had thrown it.
‘It’s not like we haven’t seen each other naked,’ Jennifer chided me. ‘It’s just unusual for you…’ Her voice trailed off as her mind started processing what she saw in my room. She looked at the cocktail dress I was holding over me, then she looked to where my bra and panties were lying on the floor, and finally looked back to me and saw I was still wearing a pair of sheer thigh-highs.
‘You and Chris went out last night,’ she began, calmly. ‘Apparently, your date had a happy ending.’ In the privacy of my own mind I started to relax. Maybe she wasn’t going to blow up about her best friend sleeping with her brother.
She had to know what I was thinking. ‘Chris is a grown man — and a trained soldier. If you two ‘enjoyed’ yourselves last night then that’s your business, not mine.’ She smiled at me then. ‘I wondered why Chris was in such a good mood when he had to be up at 4 in the morning to do his P.T. I guess this explains it.’
Jennifer shook her head and laughed. Then, for a moment her expression got serious. ‘Of course you should know that if you break my big brother’s heart I’ll be forced to kill you.’ I laughed, and she smiled, but I’m not sure to this day how literally she meant that.
Time passed, with Jennifer and I working hard as floor nurses, and Chris serving his first hitch in the Army. With his automotive technology degree, it didn’t surprise either of us that he went to the motor pool, quickly becoming a specialist. We didn’t see much of him as we lived more than an hour away from the base.
In spite of that, Chris and I steadily grew closer. Just three days after our first encounter, we had another date, and it ended exactly the same way (the morning after went more smoothly, though!) Unlike previous relationships I’d been in, there was never any discussion about where we were headed as a couple. In fact, there was no talk about us even being a couple. It just kind of happened. When talking about him to my friends and coworkers, I called him my boyfriend. We never talked about being exclusive with each other, but we were. It was like we mutually decided what we wanted and agreed to those terms without having to actually say it out loud.
Then it happened about a year into our relationship, Jennifer and I came home from an exhausting shift at the hospital to find Chris sitting in the living room watching TV. We both knew something was going on because he was still wearing his uniform. Usually when he came to see us he took the time to dress in street clothes. He turned around when he heard the front door open, and his face lit up when our eyes met.
‘Hi, baby!’ he said, grinning like a fool. He stood and crossed the room to me, sweeping me into a tight hug and kissing me deeply. Releasing me he swept his sister up in a similarly crushing hug. He kissed the crown of her head, her brow, and her cheek before he let her go. Still in our hospital scrubs after a particularly rough shift, neither Jenny nor I could have smelled the freshest, but Chris obviously didn’t care. For just a moment, he stood there looking from me to Jenny, drinking us in with his eyes. I was starting to get uncomfortable with the look in his eyes. The way he was looking at us, it was like he was trying to burn us into his mind because he might not see us again.
Chris put one arm around me and squeezed me gently against his side. His other arm reached out to take hold of his sister’s hand. Chris slowly led the two of us back into the living room. He sat down on the couch with me and Jennifer knelt down on the thick carpet in front of us, now holding his hand with both of hers. My eyes were wet with tears, and I saw that Jenny’s were the same. I could only think of one reason for Chris to act like this and it was clear that Jennifer had reached the same conclusion.
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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...