[This story is a spin-off or sequel to 'Gothika - Nina and Madison' however it is not essential that you read this story first. The characters of Amy and Christian are briefly introduced in 'Nina and Madison but I will describe them fully here. This is the story of Amy and Christian's response to watching Nina and Madison] * After watching the other two gi...
*If you outlive your friends it hurts, but if they outlive you it could hurt more* (Note: Combat is a bit over to top -- just warning you) Prelude: We were considered brothers because of the neighborhood we grew up in since the seventh grade led us to always hanging out together. It was our thing. Dallas Aaronson was the closest we had to a jock, plus he...
It was just after sunset and Danny was relaxing alone on a large four poster bed in the luxurious home of the vampire called Christian. Danny had come to Christian's elegant home with his neighbour Sylvia, who was also a blood sucking vampire. Danny and Sylvia had a neat little, mutually beneficial arrangement going where Danny would let the beautiful vamp...
(This is a long one guys and gals. There is a lot of fucking in it, but there is a lot of character development too. It is really a story about a deep friendship between three teenage girls. I call them my three little stoner chicks, but they're way more than that. Cbsummers and I wrote this one together just like we did 'It Was the Beginning of Summer'. It'...
Jessica kicked the autumn leaves away from her black Doc Martins and peered up the road. Still no sign of the bus. Pulling out her MP3, she nestled back against the bench and shrugged her jacket up to hide her rosy cheeks. Her favourite band blasted through her ear phones as she adjusted her silver lip ring. A few moments later, just audible above the musi...
BY LISA BETH DARLING Writing as Ebony Clarke An Anti-Fanfiction Fifty Shades of Grey Piece Moon Mistress Publishing USA Moon Mistress Publishing New London, CT 06320 This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual or fictional eve...
My name is Stephen Pratchett, and I am a secret atheist. Why keep that a secret? you may ask. Well, the problem were my parents, and to a certain extent, my two siblings. You see, they were reformed protestants. For those of you who don't know what that means: they were the strictest, fun-hating, sour-faced people on the planet. Fundamentally their beliefs m...
I spotted her coming towards me. Her beautiful blue eyes sparkling in the sunlight. Her curly, light-brown hair bouncing as she walked in the cutest and happiest way imaginable. Her bright smile bringing butterflies to my stomach. I couldn't help but smile back at her. "Hey you!" She said, pushing my arm playfully. I rubbed my arm pretending that it hurt....
It's Saturday night. Two of my best friends and I are passing around a flask filled with bourbon as we drive in to the historic part of Endicott. You know the exact moment that you're in the historic district because you feel the car beneath you adjust from smooth gravel to the gray cobblestone, which lines every bit of the 10 block strip of this part of tow...
Danny and Sylvia were on the road well before daybreak. Sylvia, being a vampire had a rather intense aversion to sunlight which necessitated the early departure. She and her eighteen year old neighbour were travelling across the country to meet with Sylvia's brother and sister vampires. The two of them had a rather unusual relationship, where Danny would le...