Ashley and her friend Julie were spending Sunday afternoon wandering around in old downtown. Most of the buildings in the area dated back to the late 1800's. On this brisk and dreary early autumn day they looked every bit of their age. "Want to go in here?" Julie asked. Ashley looked up at the building they were standing in front of. It was three stories...
In sixth grade on Valentine's Day, I got a valentine from Ritson Smart. Only it wasn't just a valentine, it also had a stick of gum, Fruity Stripes--the cherry one. We weren't allowed to chew gum at school, so I had to put it away for later. When it came time to compare our valentines, we girls sneaked to a hidden alcove in the bathroom. We called it the Bip...
I went through that day on autopilot. I kept thinking back to the night before. Was it...real? Did I dream it? Am I insane and hallucinating? Or was there something more...supernatural about the things that have been watching me for so long? Only two of them had ever had physical contact...of any sort...before last night, but I kept thinking of how many o...
I had just returned home from the gym when the phone rang. "Harry?" a female voice asked. "Yes, who's this?" I asked. "My name is Sally. I attend the same college as Amy. You know Amy, right?" I replied, "Yes. I met her two days ago, Tuesday. What can I do for you?" (Please refer to the previous episode entitled "Harry, Liz and Amy.") Sally said, "Amy s...
*****Hi dear readers, I would like to ultimately apologize for my chapter being so late. It's been a few busy weeks for me and I wasn't able to concentrate on my ideas as much as I wanted to. But the chapter is now here, so please enjoy it and remember to comment on this story on whether you like it or not! I'd love to get a grasp on what my readers are thin...
~~Damien~~ As the night went on, two things were becoming painfully clear. First, that the hunters were either not in the tunnel, or hiding terribly well. Second, that working with Fiona was extremely distracting. It wasn't that Fiona was too juvenile to focus, or too bubbly to... not bubble around everywhere, but rather Damien's own mind not being able to...
Loud banshee shriek, steel frame buckling, then tearing like the sound of aluminum foil, (whip, whip, whip), oxygen rushing, a hurricane, escape pods bleeding out, cabin ripped apart and blown out into vacuum, a torrent of debris, then the abrasive heat when the hull hits the atmosphere. Lieutenant major Danica Miles managed to get her suit on and sealed bef...
AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is the final chapter of "My Life is Different". It's the least erotic of all the stories I write for this website, and it's the one that generates the least amount of fan-mail. I've also pretty much run out of ideas for things for Buffy and Willow to do. Buffy the Vampire Slayer was once my favorite TV show, and I've enjoyed breathing som...
I was 12 -- it was 1983 and I was trick or treating for what would become the last time. My little troop and I stood in front of the large, three story house that occupied a lonely stretch of land on the corner of Western and Avalon. The house was only a few neighbourhoods away from the town's core, but it might have been in a whole other kingdom. Tall, slim...
I awoke to find that I had been turned into a walnut. A walnut. How or why this happened I'm not sure but it just did. As I sat there with all the other walnuts I thought about the last few days. As my memories slowly came together, it seemed, that perhaps this was part of some grand plan. Or maybe not. Evolution is a strange thing. You know it happens...