Patrick M. Ohana
Bio
A medical writer who reads and writes fiction and some nonfiction, although the latter may appear at times like the former. Most of my pieces (over 2,200) are or will be available on Shakespeare's Shoes.
Stories (486/0)
Email Sex
I will actually let you decide if it is a true story. I already know where the truth lies in this tale of electronic intemperance. It also started near the end of November 2020, just around the time I encountered my muse. There were some good happenings in that freaking year, and for me, ancient email showcased the best sexy words and, yes, sex, virtual sex, that is, and the only time I have ever had sex with anyone via email and involving a beautiful woman from the Czech Republic. That was a mouthful of words. I just love Prague: the new Paris of the EU. Forget Paris! Remember Prague! It could be Prague’s new slogan. When is the next flight? If it was not for the pandemic, I would have surely gone to Prague to see my Eiffel Tower.
By Patrick M. Ohanaabout a month ago in Filthy
"To Be or Not to Be"
Ironically, the worst pain involves giving birth. There are those, however, who have given birth before or after a barbarous introduction to kidney stones and have stated that the latter took the cake and thrust it against one’s face till the only thing one could wish for was utter unconsciousness. I would have shot myself dead at each occasion in which I had suffered the effects of a kidney stone (there were often more than one), if I had owned a gun, before the morphine shot would cheat my brain into “thinking” that all was well again. I still do not own one, but I could get a gun and wait for the next stone to strike. But why not use it to stop the steady pain and suffering? Why not press it against my left temple (I rather like the right one) and shoot (pain, no more; dead, instead)? Because suicide is painful as well, and pills do not achieve it in most cases. On the other hand, assisted suicide would be one’s best bet, but one has to be terminally diseased to open a death account, and it can be costly if one wants to depart in style à la Switzerland, although there is no elegance in dying, unless one considers films (not documentaries) to be copiously representative of real life.
By Patrick M. Ohana2 months ago in Humans
Beethoven
Music Too - A Scored Haiku The music kills me every time I hear it now since AI’s in it. The original questionnaire by Bernard Pivot (a French literary talkshow host), adapted by James Lipton (Inside the Actors Studio), may offer an interested idea about the individual replying to the ten questions being asked; in this case, the one and only, Ludwig van Beethoven.
By Patrick M. Ohana2 months ago in Poets
The Long Smoke
Selfina was a heavy smoker who went through and consumed three packs of cigarettes faster than her two and a half daily meals. She was quite aware that smoking was going to kill her one day, but her love of the Joker’s brand was greater than her love of life, especially her own. She had stopped smoking for a short while — for Nicole, her partner in this shortening life, for Joey, their son, and for Ashley, their daughter — too many times. Alas, Joker’s were very good to her; extremely uplifting, as they tended to send shivers down and up her spine when she finally smoked them following a Joker’s-less period. She tried hypnosis, acupuncture, Life Sign, Nicorette, and a ghost of other therapies, but Joker’s always got the last breath.
By Patrick M. Ohana2 months ago in Fiction