This story involves mythological beings, some of whom may have worshippers today who could consider the story blasphemous. Please be warned. This is only a fantasy. A hat tip to the sainted Jimi Hendrix for the title—which presented itself only after the story was well under way, honestly! Now that I have your attention- A thousand pardons if my i...
Betrayed by her Stockings As he waited for the whore to come home, he reviewed their life together and the last month since he had discovered her adultery. He had thought he had found a kindred spirit, one who loved the same things he did sports, travel, eating out, walking, theme parks and nature. They shared the same sense of humour and loved to surprise...
The success of Gruber's Labs newest contribution to the scientific community reverberated through the sterile halls unchecked as the revelers downed their intoxicating concoctions in wild abandon. Apparently the small gelatinous mass I irreverently referred to as flubber, had been successful in restoring the neurological damage an ambulatory construction wor...
Claire's impromptu trip to Racoon City was not turning out like she'd originally planned. Sure, she'd heard the stories, the whole world had! Sensational recountings of supposedly rotting corpses shambling around were the viral thing this summer. It'd started in the occult and paranormal circles, but quickly began being featured on radio shows as well. Zom...
Megan woke up without knowing where she was. It was dark and humid and the floor felt cold and wet against her back. There was a soft light coming from the ceiling but it was different from the normal radiance of a light bulb. She looked more carefully, realizing that the light was coming from some sort of worm attached to a stone wall. Megan was in a cave!...
"Mark?" The voice in my phone was so soft I could hardly hear it. "Yes," I said. "Who's calling?" "It's Chris," the voice said, a little louder now, but still not much above a whisper. I knew I recognized it, but I was still at a loss. "Uh, hi Chris," I replied, still groping for a face to go with the voice. "From swimming," she said. Then I knew who it...
Memoirs of Kitty Siam -- Twenty Three Men and a Priestess. The village had no need for a police force or constabulary since violence like this was unheard of in this village. When things out of the ordinary like this did happen it fell to the Chief, the Alpha, and the Monk to sort everything out. It did not take long for this trio to be assembled around me...
_______________ (Sexually Transmitted Xenomorph) Part 2 _______________ Five days ago... COMP ABBREVIATED AUTOLOG:: *init.tmfrm* Day 2 of Mis. B.3Q784 Current trans geostatic. orbit 35786km, Planet: Gliese 581 g. ++0400++ All primary and secondary contact with Seed Colony Kinawa 5, loc. N. hemi 28.60542°N 81.3839°W/ still in blackout / non compliance....
There is a subtle difference between a predator and a parasite. The most effective parasites are those that inflict the least amount of harm to their victims, even going so far as to benefit the organism they inhabit, for if the host dies, so too does the parasite. Likewise, a predator cannot thrive without an abundant population to feed upon. But is it real...
I felt like Sarah was consciously ignoring me. She said nothing when I met her at the motel, barely looked at me when she pointed at her pick-up and we piled in, and then grunted at the questions I attempted to ask. An example: "Where are we headed?" Her murmured reply: "You'll find out soon enough." Eventually, I gave up. I figured she was too afraid o...