Beggar Stories

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Elan Pt. 04 - A Sure Way to Hell

by WhimsicalRepertoire on Jan 7, 2018
Sci-Fi & Fantasy

A Sure Way to Hell ---- A month had now passed since that night in Vitvarg, the swaying form of Talos' elf still floating through Torvald's mind every now and then. He had finally arrived at the small residence his employer had took up while she awaited him, not far into Skymarch within Imperial territory. Torvald grinned. The day was finally here. The...

Tycho the Wizard Ch. 01

by Londongeek on Sep 14, 2017
Sci-Fi & Fantasy

Tycho Many years ago, one of my masters impressed upon me the importance of recording one's life for posterity and the good of all magic. So of course, being me, I promptly forgot about this and went out adventuring. Well not really. Adventuring was not my first choice in life, I am, and always wanted to be a wizard, a Dean of magic in some college, perhaps...

Moth Ch. 011

by ellynei on Sep 15, 2017
Non-Erotic

Written by Nanna Marker, a citizen of Denmark, born in 1976. * Lei was fast asleep long before Kokata was satisfied that her wings would be safe. No longer having an excuse to be near her, he withdrew to his nearest hiding-place. He had never before told anyone about the beetles. It was a strange feeling: having talked about himself. He couldn't remember...

Blood-Kissed Swan Feathers

by CignettaRosamund on Sep 16, 2017
NonHuman

Chapter 1: It All Starts With Desire "Those whose restrain Desire only do so because their desire is weak enough to do so."-William Blake (The "action" will take some time to appear...so if plots do not appeal to you....you are free to go. However¸ if you enjoy something more than quick gratification, please, stay.:)) Italy mid 1700s: "..Signor Lautremon...

Money Ch. 06

by BOSTONFICTIONWRITER on Sep 14, 2017
Reviews & Essays

"Do you remember the Hare Krishna?" Those weirdos, I mean, religious zealots, sorry, I mean, those annoying people who shaved their heads, wore long robes with sandals, and followed you around the street, the subway, the park, and the airport begging you for money. Now that I think about it, they always had the hottest women, albeit a bit spaced out and hi...

The Gunfighter

by Bran_Hopewell on Sep 19, 2018
BDSM

Song's arms were bound over her head by her wrists to a rafter of the drafty log cabin. he old rope was thick and fraying and rough on her skin. The feeling intensified the rest of her senses. Being bound made her mind go places that she did not want it going, and the pain made that even that much more delicious. She hated that her pussy reacted the way that...

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Modern Fairy Tales Ch. 17

by Bakeboss on Dec 12, 2018
Chain Stories

Chapter 17: Tom Thumb Once upon a time in a forest owned by King Author the mighty magician Merlin was roaming disguised as a beggar. He tarried to hear a woman cry about being barren, "Alas why have I no child, I'd gladly be happy with one no bigger than my thumb." This thought intrigued Merlin who many considered more scamp than magician and he came up...

Freedom Pt. 01: Wanderer

by WhimsicalRepertoire on Jan 31, 2018
Sci-Fi & Fantasy

Author's Note: "Freedom" takes place months after the events of "Elan", and is Part 4 of 4 of the Talos of Evora series. The storyline goes Luck -> Custom -> Elan -> Freedom. I've tried to reintroduce returning characters, but read the other parts if you're interested in learning more. For a story called "Freedom", this story contains a lot of non-consent....

Boss Lady

by Sammy11356 on Sep 17, 2017
BDSM

I've been working for the same company for the past six years, just the typical schmo who works 9 to 5 to pay the mortgage and keep the wife and kids happy with their comfortable lives. Jessica, my boss, was promoted to her position last year- leapfrogging me making me "her assistant". On the outside, she is very attractive, 5-6, blonde, blue eyes, cute litt...

Anti-Socio

by 4degrees on Sep 12, 2017
Erotic Horror

Warning: contains graphic violence. * Deep in the back of the alleyway I watched as the morbid flesh dangling procession slunk by, their steps taken with care as if walking on the last existing glass photos of their remaining loved ones. Cat-stepping dead, they were, and I could smell the stink of decay just as perfectly, as if I'd rooted in face-first to...