Hello fine ladies and gentleman of Chyoa. Are you up for a challenge? The NaNoWriMo season is fast approaching and I thought it might be fun for the Chyoa writing community to do our own version of the challenge. For those that don't know about it NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month) is a creative writing challenge whereby a writer tries to write a 50,00...
After getting screamed at for leaving the toilet seat up your energy is at an all time low, you've just been getting abuse from everyone in the house just for your existence and you can't really take it anymore. You dont know when having to work from home will end but it has been weeks already and there is no end in sight. Frustrated you start browsing the w...
To Readers: Feel free to add a chapter if you want, I don't really deny anything from being published. The more content there is means the more readers there are and ideas that can be formed into new story chapters or entire arcs. And if you ask me, the more Jamie gets fucked over and fucked in general, the better. So enjoy and thank you for reading, now bac...
I woke up in a daze and found myself in my school's nurse's office. The last thing I remember was feeling dizzy in the middle of class and then it was just a blur. "Ah, you're finally up. That's good." The elderly nurse, Mrs. Johnson said with the bedside manner of a crocodile, or just an old lady tired of kids faking sick to get out of tests reall...
Helen Walker stretched out her lithe body on the sun-lounger, enjoying the heat of the sun on her skin. Her brunette hair was tied back in a ponytail and she wore a yellow bikini. It was relatively conservative. It certainly covered more of her skin than the one worn by Amanda Graves, who lay face down on the sun-lounger next to her. Most of the curvaceous b...
(All characters in this story are over the age of 18 years old) In the year 2069, middle of Autumn; Ashfield city is the third largest metropolis in the world with a hefty population of around twenty-seven million people crammed together in what you call home. You being Michael Knight. You're an above average twenty-one year old man, with a height of six-foo...
It was late and I was tired, but having just arrived from Jakarta after a long and dreary flight, I needed some change of scene before turning in. The hotel bar was nearly empty. Even in a city like this one, full of exotic people brimming with sensual attraction in their sleek and colorful fashionista dominated culture... even here, things closed down by...
It was just another afternoon on Wisteria Lane as Bree pulled into her driveway. The neighborhood was permeated with the rumpus of kids playing in front yards while neighbors walked their dogs and chitchatted. Grabbing her purse she stepped out of the car and popped the trunk open. Bree van de Kamp was a sight to admire. Though a widow in her early-forties w...
Where's My Bride? [©2010 BY CLINTON09; ALL CHARACTERS OVER THE AGE OF 18; NO EVENTS DESCRIBED ARE TRUE; STORIES HAVE A 'HARDER EDGE' THAN MOST; BE WARNED; HERE BE DRAGONS] [This story is fictional and is not meant to comment upon any book, real or imagined, that may or may not appear to be cited. It is not implied that any book supplies wrong or mis-inform...
Summary: Cheated on bride-to-be competes in wild sex games. Note 1: This is a Summer 2017 Contest Story!!! Note 2: Please note that some of my stories can be a bit extreme or out there... and of all my stories, this one may be one of the most fanciful and least believable... but it was very fun to write. I hope you enjoy this over-the-top story as I mangle...