Dating’s been hard since the big change. I mean, it wasn’t easy for you before, but NOW?! Oof. Forget about it. Bad enough when you were whiling away the days with no human contact, fading into the dark, becoming a whisper of a person. You idly observe your claws, drenched in the blood of the man you’ve killed only a few minutes ago. Hobbies aside, the claws...
Daniel Matthew Morganson strode down the hallway, his Florsheims clicking authoritatively against the marble-lined floors. Colleagues of the eminent lawyer quickly sidestepped out of his way, accustomed to his manic depressive bouts of anger and clients looked after him with a mixture of fear and awe. After all, he was Daniel Morganson and at the age of thir...
Detective Morris waited anxiously outside the building. Things were really getting bad, she thought. Earlier this morning, she was a law-abiding citizen; now, she was impatiently pacing a square of fractured concrete, playing lookout to a man that could possibly become a murderer and was, at this moment, breaking and entering into a small shop called Mazo's...
You are walking down the sidewalk after another long day at college. Listening to a live news feed from your phone, it is suddenly interrupted by a breaking update. "This just in: Another young man has gone missing in the downtown Philadelphia Area. Men between the ages of 18 and 24 are advised to travel with caution until the-" you switch off the...
Wolfram Warthog is actually my dart shooting name. The preferred and best darts for the professional dart shooter are tungsten darts. If you check the atomic symbol for tungsten it is a, "W." The W is for its old English name wolfram. I like the sound of wolfram, better then tungsten. It provides me visions of a wolf ramming a ram. "Yowlllllllleee" I'm not a...
Her morning had begun simply enough. Every morning in her life had started with the rising of the suns, Teyra, the viridian-hued globe that signified spring and Omarona, a bright orange sun that provided heat and light. This morning, she watched them rise, her work clothes already wet with sweat and her arms aching from her chores. It was always the same. M...
Chapter Five Hiromi's Shopping Excursion After their gig at the Club, Hiromi felt more alive than ever. She and Grace had rocked out, with some of their bandmates. Men and women alike were hitting on them, Hiromi was tempted by a few of the men, but no one "clicked" with her at that moment. She'd set her cap on getting one man in particular in between her...
Ah, I can guess what you are envisioning: scores of people working in the pouring rain, filling burlap bags with sand and stacking them up on the levees to hold back the flood waters. Unfortunately, in the Survivor World at Literotica, the sandbaggers aren't considered the heroes like in days gone by. No, somehow the word sandbagging has, for some re...
"There," she thought, admiring herself in the mirror. A cross stood out proudly on her chest, executed in black, cloth tape, the arms of the adhesive crucifix covering much of her breasts, the rest extending down her sternum to her belly. She adjusted her Catholic-school skirt, and reached for the makeshift headpiece with which she completed her revealing nu...
Jillian was gripping me tightly as I rode my bike towards town; we were followed by a hummer with six officers, three Canadians and three Americans. My chopper roared below me as the road howled by us. Jillian was still not comfortable with the loud roar of my hog, but to be fair I have a monster of a bike, and we were going a hundred and forty kilometres pe...