We are here for stories…
Somewhere behind the stories you read here, and the wormholes you follow with us, there’s a team of self-absorbed smartasses who spend day and night refusing to write. But sometimes, when the campfire is cackling and there’s music in the background, they sit and write things.
Mostly about the past, sometimes about the road, and whatever weird things they have recently become surprisingly knowledgeable about after a coffee-induced, manic deep dive into the depths of the internet.
Although imitation is the sincerest form of flattery, all works published on Owaahh.com, unless explicitly stated, are the original works of Owaahh.com and may not be copied and/or republished anywhere else without prior written permission. That, or we send the dogs of war with flowers to come say hi. And you know what they say about dogs of war bearing flowers?
Cry “Havoc!” and let slip the dogs of war, That this foul deed shall smell above the earth
–William Shakespeare, Julius Ceasar, Act 3 Scene 1
One Story is good,
till Another is told.