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Copyright Oggbashan February 2021 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. It was April 1st, All Fools Day. On my commute to work I had seen the joke in my daily paper. I didn't expect anything to happen at work. We were an office dealing with benefit claims and our work was too serious for joking. Just after ten o'clock my supervisor called me into his office. "Andrew, we have an urgent and very confidential case file that needs signing off by several people today and those endorsements must be completed by twelve noon. I am sure you can do it, but all the signatures have to be added before the file is delivered to Joan before noon. It is very important and urgent, but because the case is so sensitive..." Roger showed me the file cover. It was endors

I was in a big city at last and was no longer self-conscious about my every move. I could come and go as I pleased and be totally lost in the crowd. I was anonymous. I was liberated. I loved the sheer size of the place and the variety it afforded. I could browse record stores and bookshops by the dozen. My choice of movies was multiplied a hundredfold and I now had a chance to see in concert artists I'd only heard on record. James Brown and Aretha Franklin and the Ike and Tina Turner Revue. Yet at the same time my awareness of my isolation increased. In movie houses and concert halls I was surrounded by couples on dates or groups of friends. I was dateless and friendless. My physical confinement was over but my solitude was not. I lived on the fourth floor of a red brick residence on the tip of Point Grey, surrounded by Commerce and Engineering students. And here at least my solitude was broken by a room-mate, a tall, bespectacled, acne-blasted Engineer named Ron Pilkington, who

Iced cold water shocked Michelle into full alert. She looked around in confusion and fear, until her eyes settled on two men looking down at her. "Wha-? Where..." One of the men slapped her in the face. One of the men shoved a rag in her mouth, making her gag. She struggled, realising her hands were bound behind her back. "Mmmrrrff! Hhhrrrgggh?!" "So..." One of the men smiled. "I know you're confused, but just bear with me, okay?" Michelle was silent, so the man continued. "You've been abducted, and you're never going home." Unsurprisingly, the woman began to struggle again, yelling through the rag. "I know... I know... But just stay calm, okay? Now, I'm gonna give you a bit of news... that's much, much worse than what I've told you so far. Are you ready?" The other man just stared silently at Michelle, which she found somewhat creepy. The speaker continued. "We're going to abduct your son as

July 30, 2020 Dear Joe, I'm really looking forward to seeing you and meeting you. I don't even know what your eyes look like. I'm also looking forward to kissing you, smelling you, tasting you and feeling you. We used to imagine this moment with you opening the door but Monday it will be me opening the door. Should I be in something sexy (ish? I don't own anything terribly sexy) or should I be naked, or should I just be me in my street clothes saying hi. Maybe I'll take a shower in the room before you come. Would it be fun for you to walk in while I'm in the shower or laying naked in bed waiting for you. Maybe I can figure out a way to keep the door from latching so all you need to do is push it open. You can let me know how you want me and I'll do my best to provide it for you. I will receive you as a gift from the universe and I truly believe you are the most perfect version of yourself at this moment in time. We all come with our history, stories and st

Chapter 2: The Kiss Rhett went back to being passively apathetic towards me again after that confrontation. My heart sank because I really thought that we were finally making headway as brothers now that we practically lived in the same room together, but I ruined whatever budding relationship we had. He didn't make it a point to ignore me or something like that; we still ate together and sometimes we would have a casual conversation but that's pretty much it. Two weeks have swiftly gone by as I'm now absentmindedly heading towards the music circle room. My application got accepted a while back, and now I made sure to hang out in their room for at least once a week. It's a Thursday afternoon, and I just got off my last class so I headed straight towards the complex right after when I felt someone wrap their arms around the back of my neck. I turned my face to look at Xavier, the lead guitarist of the Archangel band from the music circle. He wore a smug smile. Xavier a

She loved admiring him, she'd always been interested in him. Ever since she was a young girl she knew she was in love. She'd have to stop herself from gawking at times. He would always show off his strength and skills whenever he had a chance. Some family members called him a ham and ask him to stop focusing so much on his muscles. He would drop his head back and laugh. He had such a masculine laugh, she wished she could hear it every night. One year, he lifted two of her friends on each hand at her birthday party. True they were small and couldn't have been more than 50 pounds each but to her, it was amazing. He was amazing. She would dream of him lifting her up in air but the shame was too large. He was her uncle after all and she was unconditionally in love. Years passed and she was no longer a child but the emotions were still inside her heart. Only they lay dormant. She'd made it so. It was only reasonable to. He'd also gotten married and therefor off limits.