(Story inspired by Expanding Ever Universe by Bustartist) ——————— Walking back from school, Jack found it was pouring like shit. Sighing, he pulled his rain jacket closer up around his neck. No need to seek shelter, after all. He knew he only had a few blocks left to go before he could get out of the rain. He would have taken the bus, but he had ran out of t...
Author’s note – This is a sequel to the ‘latex stripper/Mephisto’ story thread in the original ‘Susan Storm’s Secret Life’: __https://chyoa.com/story/Susan-Storm%27s-Secret-Life.10398 I’ve started with a synopsis recap, for the benefit of those who don’t want to dig through the original sprawling epic! But I’m still happy for people to go back and add chapte...
The goddess sighed, grumbling to herself under her breath. "The goddess of Corn never has to lift a finger for her worshipers, yet I leave for a mere couple of Centuries and everyone already has forgotten about me!" The goddess flew through the planes of existence as she made her way to the mortal realm. A goddess lifeblood was the her worshipers,...
After coming home from her heist, Naomi flops down on her bed; brown eyes gazing up the dingy ceiling. Her shoulder length blue hair scatters across her pillow, she hasn't changed yet still in the same clothes when she left. She let out a sigh and held out her hand that had the ring on it, a grin forming on her lips as she stared at the magnificent jewelry....
Agent Johnson rubbed his eyes. It had been a long day, and was about to be an even longer night. He downed his third cup of coffee as he opened the door to his and Agent Heffner’s office. “Find anything new, Janet?” He asked, closing the door behind him. Agent Heffner sighed as she dropped the papers she was reading. “Nothing but this disc.” She presented th...
Dylan Goldberg wasn't what most people expected from her looks and origins. Long, naturally blonde hair, green eyes, buxom and curvaceous body, and born and raised in California. Despite all this seeming to make her the stereotypical valley girl, Dylan was actually self-conscious, insecure, socially awkward, and something of a shy nerd. She'd come to Italy's...
The origins of the magic marker are unknown, only that tales of it's exploits have been told for centuries, a magical artifact that can change both mind and flesh with a stroke. Earliest reports of the artifact state that it had been a quill once before slowly adapting to the writing instruments of the twenty-first century. It is said that the marker has alm...
You wake up to the early morning sun shining through your Venetian blinds, directly into your eyes. You throw off your blankets, open your closet door, and dig through the clothes on the floor. Searching until you find your least pair of dirty pants. You get dressed not bothering to change your boxers and head into the kitchen through the eerie silence of th...
L’aéroport de Roissy était bondé en ce début d’été. Les vacanciers se bousculaient comme si leur vie dépendait de leur présence dans leur avion avant le départ de ce dernier. De temps en temps, une voix monocorde faisait une annonce dans un micro, dominant quelques instants le désordre ambiant. Des groupes se formaient et se séparaient. Les milliers de gens...
*I want to try something I haven't before. I want to try to interact with comments. At certain parts of the story I plan to have the main character doing something like online chats or something of that nature. She would interact with the comments you say as if you were talking to her. Some of the things you say could influence certain changes to the main ch...