When he came to again, he noticed that they were no longer in the box, but this time in some kind of dusty room of some building. He looked around and quickly noted that he lay on the blanket again, and there was a single candle lit, about three feet away from where he lay, showing him that beneath the blanket was a concrete floor. To his right, a few large...
It was a Sunday and I was incredibly bored, not just normal bored but incredibly bored. You see I was suffering from what is medically called senioritis, being a high school senior in the last month of one's education and being out of fucks to give. I just couldn't shake the feeling I wasn't doing what I needed to be doing. I had done all my homework, none o...
We arrived back at the suite. It had been a loud ride up the elevator. We were all gropes, laughs, and jokes; somewhat cranked up by what had happened that day, (and now ready to unwind with considerably less clothes on us and considerably more room service in us). No sooner had the door to the room slammed behind us then we'd begun shedding clothes. We wo...
When anyone decides to read or write Japanese Poetry a common thread in many of their forms quickly becomes apparent. Many are familiar with the basic form of haiku and in an earlier discussion I outlined the basic form for the tanka. These two forms of Japanese Poems follow a basic syllabic form using lines of 5 and 7 onji (part of Japanese speech approxi...
CHAPTER 1 The bitch, thought Freddie Johns. The young woman he'd banged overnight was no longer beside him. He felt the sheets and they were cold but then she'd been cold. She wasn't in the bathroom and he checked his pants thrown on the floor and sighed. His wallet had gone. God what's the chances of connecting to a woman these days that you could perhap...
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I dropped the letter like it burned me and sat in stunned silence, my brain whirling furiously. I picked it up and reread it twice. There was no signature, no return address, nothing to indicate who'd written it, but I knew and I wanted to kick him in his smug shins. I reread it again, hating every black stroke of ink which snaked confidently across the pag...
It was an early morning on the Irrawaddy, and the sun had not yet crossed the eastern horizon. U Tha slowly paddled his old aluminum canoe down the river. It was difficult work to make a living as a fishermen on the Irrawaddy these days, or anywhere else in Burma for that matter, but somehow U Tha managed, just as his father before him had. The trick, he al...
Author's Note: Years ago, I wrote the most immature, cringiest, most embarrassing fanfiction I can remember. I forgot exactly where it is, though. Anyway, I'm still inspired by some concepts in that long lost story. I changed the plot entirely, altered all copyrighted characters to make them original, altered even the original characters I added, put in some...
Haron was a land of many species that could only exist in its northern climate. Aside from the vampire, none was so unique than the Snow Elves. This came less from their culture and more from the fact they were the only known elves to man. If any other elven races existed, they had never revealed themselves to other races. Sailors told stories of Sea Elves t...