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...
So, this is the place you thought as you looked at the tables outside where some people were chatting and drinking. This place has been open last month and it appears to be the pack full of customers, maybe you should have reserved a table. The Flip-Flop Café was the first morphing cafeteria of the city and you always dreamed to try the morphing serum as soo...
The man appeared out of the blue, right in the middle of the street, with a strange sparkling sound. Nobody saw him, as the night was dark and the good people sleeping. Except the small barks of a dog in a nearby garden, the street was perfectly quiet, and the man smiled as he went to the closest mailbox. Rummaging through one of the pockets of his huge coat...
"Hello, and welcome to my Forest Shop! I'm Anne, and here's a quick intro so you know a bit about me!" Name: Anne Root Species: Piranha Plant Gal Occupation: Shopkeeper Age: 21 Personality: Very Social, and often very horny outside of work. She has exceptions though... Fears: Her huge, F-Cup boobs and huge, round ass somehow shrinking, Fire, going...
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...
Here's my first story. I hope you can stomach the exposition to get to what I hope is good writing about sex. Thanks for taking the time to read. I'm hoping this will be a multi part story. Enjoy! ***** We all have a web of influence people. The group of people who we come into contact with on a daily basis. This web for the last twenty years has been...
Aster yawned widely, stretching from her resting place in a blooming flower. She grinned and extended her wings to catch the morning sun. Spring was finally here! It was always such a pain to give the glade over to those winter tramps every year, they always left behind a complete mess. Fingers crossed for global warming, Aster leapt from her sleeping place...
All right, you’ve read a bunch of porno stories and now you’re trying your hand at some of your own. However, when you start to write you find your work looking like a bad 80s porno except your characters aren't as believable. Don’t worry, imagination deficiency is a common problem (even more common in “pron” for reasons ill get into below), and easily solve...
Jenny lived an ordinary life. She lived alone in a small apartment, worked at a boring day job, and drove a bland car. She even looked like she was nothing special. Average body, not too heavy, but not too trim either. Brunette hair, brown eyes, and average height. Jenny's whole life just screamed ordinary. She was not unique in any way, shape, or form. Jenn...
(Oil painting by Jaisini) Talk Show is a painting that proves the idea that we live in a postmodern world of the apparent loss of any reasonable hope for alternative to the present. In Talk Show, immediacy unites with immortality, trivial with profound. In our days the long myth of immortality is replaced by the myth of immediacy. The substitution of the t...