The light slanted as it came in through the high ceilings, natural lighting always made it easier to draw, especially on the days that the sun was strong, as part of the ceiling was glass. The art room at Price Junior College was a pretty, open space with loads of light. There were eighteen people in the class, and they were doing quick sixty second sketch...
The honking of car horns and constant construction created a symphony of urban chaos every afternoon right outside of Sam Holden's New York City apartment. The lower east side had changed a lot from the decrepit slums Sam grew up in, but things like the sounds remained unchanged. Over the many years, Sam let the apartment go into dis-array having had it pass...
Lost Episodes. Those Creepypastas with lost tapes, one and only time airings, and other hidden content. They can be television shows, unreleased cuts of movies for the big or small screen, and even various Commericals. All Evidence is usually destroyed before the episode could be proven real. These lost episodes are not Creepypastas. They are not horror, no...
Co-written by Phil Valesquez Winds hissed through wooden shutters, like snakes kissing. Princess Anna fluttered open her eyes, feeling a warm body snuggle up to her. She frowned. How could she keep doing this to herself? She sat up, letting the soft blankets fall from her nude form. Moonlight poured in from the half shuttered windows, lending a dim, graph...
The lapping of waves cascade over her body. Nudging her about in the mud. Face down. Raped, beaten, broken, and bloody Bianca TeLeone was thrown to the sea like an offering. An unintentional offering. Someone did indeed try and save her. Someone quite unexpected. One she might only remember as the cause. The enemy after all. A woman with a past of her own. O...
Author's Note When I started Chapter 1 of this story I had no idea it would go this far. Mainly I just wanted to try my hand at writing erotica and it's been fun, although I have become a little obsessed by it. You, the readers, are the external judges and so far I've received nothing but good feedback. I am grateful for a few specific readers that have pr...
3 Aug 10:10 PM Tillman As I sat across from Angel in the limo I contemplated my next move. She had reacted in a way that I had expected but the speed at which she had backed down was surprising. Most women who thought of themselves as strong would have stood up and walked out. But the truly strong ones fight back. When Angel walked out of the ladies room w...
Today is a new day in the life of a hero or heroine. But there is a choice of what life will be the star of the story. Perhaps you take the adventures of the misunderstood hero Spider-man? A man gifted and/or cursed with the powers of a spider from a science accident. What will be his fate? Perhaps the American boy scout known as Captain America? Symbol of A...
I do not own the copywrite of any of the characters featured in these stories. The rights to these character belong to their respective owners. This is simply a product of Fan Fiction, take it as such. Please do not rape or harm men or women in the real world, it's a bad thing to do... Don't think it particularly necessary to say this, just figured I'd cover...
1 In the lair of Seductress "You have such a lovely house, Sabrina," Mandy commented as she entered the front door the next morning. "Why, thank you! Come in." Sabrina was wearing a semi-transparent camisole and underneath a tiny bikini. For her 40 or so years, her body was athletic and youthful. At the same time, she had an aura of elegance and mystiqu...