"Hmm, this is delicious, I love Type-A blood," Adriel Brown said to himself, as he savored the last drops of blood in the survivor's body, before discarding the cooling corpse. Normally, like most conscientious Vampires, Adriel would snap the corpse's neck to make sure that it did not reanimate. In a world full of Zombies, however, he had to amend this habit...
I don't know whether I was naïve or just plain stupid, but it had to be one or the other that put me in the situation that I was in. And that? Driving away from the home of my sister in law with her husband's video camera and Beretta 94F on the seat beside me. I don't come off looking too good in the story that led me to this point and all I can say about it...
Nothing could have prepared her for the sense of absolute freedom driving gave her. Having spent most of her 33 years without a license, indeed without even having sat behind the steering wheel of a car, here she was suddenly in control of a great hunk of metal, plastic and rubber barrelling along (within the speed limit of course), her red P's proudly displ...
Notice: This story is an ongoing role-play I have with a friend of mine. Characters copyrighted to their respective owners (MoonSilver to Champagne, 2008. Dominic to Dante, year unknown.) Also, my thanks to CatSleek for her editing of the writing. MoonSilver loped through the woods, her pace an easy one as she was not expecting anything to happen. She coul...
"It feels so good to be home." the woman said to her husband. He took her coat and she began to rifle through the day's mail. She seemed totally ignorant of her daughter's immediate flight to the kitchen after greeting them at the front door. "Bill, bill, bill." she continued. "Your nickname is Bill. These must all be for you." The man kissed her politely b...
Lucy set the last box of cables on the floor next to the others, sliding it past the swing of the door with her foot. She took the tablet from the delivery driver, scrawled a signature across the pad and passed it back. He thanked her and darted back to his truck. Scooping up the boxes she ducked inside out of the drizzle. She stacked the three boxes atop o...
This story is pure fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. All characters are over the age of 18. This story is fantasy but is the core of an idea mulling around...
As she walked back into the lounge, after her shower, Kirsty saw his pad on the table and could not help herself from taking another sneaky look. She looked at how he had drawn her, and was amazed at how anyone could craft a likeness from graphite and paper, with such perfection. Even she had to admit that she looked good in the composition and that despite...
Writing this chapter was so horrible, I screamed murder when I finished. And that's why I decided to make it into a game some of you may hate me for, but otherwise, my negative interest may have led me to fling this story into a bottomless trench. I go into more detail at the end. Hayoooo!! ***** As a child, we would fear the dark. It was hands and it was...
The Author Part 5: First Friday at the Circle B The following is a work of fiction, and any resemblance to any person or place, living or dead, real or imagined, is purely accidental and unintentional. Bill turned down a small two-lane road and drove past a slight turn. The road widened and a large guard shack stood ahead near an open gate. A man in sports...