"They say you can survive high school. Well, perhaps not. A homage to slashers, everything Lynchian, high schools, crime and punishment, sex and conservatism, popular culture and romance, this loosely written and casually spun novella takes you into the repressed and the debauched, the murders and the laughs, the families and the friends of a good ole Amer...
Author's Note: I'm a bit nervous as this is my first time ever posting to this site and this is my first time ever writing a story of this kind. Constructive comments both positive and negative are greatly encouraged and welcome. Also, I want to thank Khasy for editing this for me! I'd like to mention that this story is a work of fiction and any similarit...
Note; this story uses the analogy of an ejaculation/orgasm being a type of death. Down. Down. The subsurface wave of turbulent water the ship created as it tumbled over pushed me down. Deeper and deeper. I flailed about helplessly against the huge powerful weight of it, not even knowing which way was up, and then after what seemed an eternity of struggling...
It was obviously meant as the ultimate form of degradation, the stripping away of any standing in the kingship sweepstakes. Over the previous several decades there had been so many claimants to the Scottish throne, with varied and unquantifiable bits of chits that this and that faction put into the balance to decide who should be given the crown. Thus, for J...
1am. Here we go again. Dad had been sleepwalking on and off for his entire life. But, in recent years it had gotten worse. Especially after the divorce. At 50, he found himself single, with a 20 year old son living at home while in college, a career that he hates and the love of his love gone. Over that last few months it had grown to be an almost nightly...
Rusty looked down and watched his dick sliding in and out of Coop's tight hole. He loved the sight of his dick as it plunged deep into the man. Coop's dark, black hairs around his hole were gently stroking Rusty's hard cock. Coop was on his knees, holding himself up with one hand while the other was hooked onto Rusty's butt. He pulled Rusty deep inside him a...
An author's note: Believe it or not this is a finished piece that has a definite plot. The end of this chapter reveals the truth of Wes's situation--no more false leads. Have fun reading. Now the ride gets bumpy. *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* Dead air. Then interference. The sound of sandpaper on raw wood like splinters piercing my eardrums. I listened and...
WARNING: This story gets very graphic at points and if you have a weak stomach, I do not recommend you reading it. After this chapter, things will change a lot. I'm aware of the huge cast of characters which I'm trying to whittle down or use more creatively. Chapter 5 and 6 are finished and will uploaded as soon as possible. ***** Not just our team stood...
Jay Williams loved living in the mountains. He loved waking up to the scent of pine. He relished how his cabin floorboards creaked under his footsteps. Even the early-morning chill only soothed by building a fire was refreshing. Nothing compared to chopping wood by the glow of the sunrise. Most of all, he treasured the isolation. He hadn't always lived alon...
You know when you see someone that stops you in your tracks and your jaw drops? Someone so gorgeous that the world seems to slow down around you? Emanating from you is this tingling energy but you can't quite describe it. It's like static attraction, pulling you across the room, making you wanna follow that person to the ends of the earth. That happened to m...