(As always, my thanks go to Lisa Jones for advice and encouragement with this story.) Abi stood on the corner and thanked her lucky stars that it was mid-afternoon rather than night. A couple walked past, intent on their own business, but even so she found herself checking her watch and looking impatient. See that, look at me being huffy; because I'm wond...
Abigail Visits My Work Abigail and I were newlyweds in love. That didn't stop her from fucking other guys though, and I wouldn't have had it any other way. Most guys were good about it, like my pa and my uncle Scott; they enjoyed fucking Abigail and treated her just the way she wanted while remaining respectful to me. Sex was fun for us as long as no one go...
Paulina couldn't keep her eyes off him, though he could tell she tried to be discreet. Her face looked wooden, pale, but her eyes...those black orbs glittered full of poison, hatred...there was so much malice in those eyes. During dinner, Daniel regaled them with tales of his many trips around the world, searching for budding new musicians and singers. Nort...
Mallory has now stopped talking to me. I had to clean out her English horn pretty good before she would play it again; she refused to go to school if I didn't. I even checked to see if she still keeps it in the same place, but she doesn't. Abigail told me she keeps it in the band room now, which a lot of good that will do her to stop me. This little incident...
It's amazing how the mind works. How it can easily bend itself to fit around how you see yourself. How quickly it can adapt to something like a change in your identity. A little over a month ago I was a man. Well, maybe man would be a debatable term seeing as I was barely into my eighteenth year, and I was also still a virgin. Either way, I was a man, and no...
(this is mostly just a test of the writing system because this is my first chyoa story) It was a pleasant life that Eric had lived for the past year. He was king of this realm, and he'd filled it modestly. In the center of the realm was a small collection of buildings, which Eric had named Fuckburg. Every once in a while, on a whim, Eric would leave Fuckburg...
I had nothing planned. It was supposed to be my normal Sunday afternoon – put the TV on, find some sport to provide some background noise... and catch up on some work, maybe even have a beer or two. I'm not saying I had my priorities right but life had been that way for a few years now, not enough hours in the work week to keep up, so my Monday morning start...
Author's note: Some parts of this Lovecraftian tale will contain dark elements and non-consent. I'm eager for feedback, so please leave a comment. ***** Abigail's mind and body gradually settled into a new rhythm as she drifted through the Fall semester at Miskatonic University. The foliage around campus was peaking later than usual, and the crisp, clear w...
Thank you to searchingforperfection and catbrown for their hard work in editing, and all of their suggestions. I appreciate all votes, feedback and comments, and I do read all the comments. This story is a sequel to The Doctor's Daughter. Both are set during the War of 1812. Since the death of Major General Brock in the fall of 1812, neither side has scored...
Thank you to searchingforperfection and catbrown for their hard work in editing and all of their suggestions. I appreciate all votes, feedback and comments, and I do read all the comments. This story is a sequel to The Doctor's Daughter. Both are set during the War of 1812. Since the death of Major General Brock in the fall of 1812, neither side has scored...