"Jump", she said, as the wind whipped her long black hair into his already stinging eyes. He looked down at the ants below, crawling along their daily lives, oblivious to what was happening right above them. They didn't seem real. Even while he was among them, in their plastic worlds, he knew they weren't real, weren't alive like he was right now. "Jump",...
The moon was dimmed by the thick fixture of leaves that shuttered above us, leaving only the soft street lights and the bright stream of the car's headlights to illuminate the street before us. Although it wasn't a full moon, my blood nonetheless felt heavy, my heart rate unsteady and quickened. I continually cast a nervous glance to the line of vehicles...
3 Days Earlier The air smelled of wet concrete. Not a bad smell, but nothing that anyone would associate with good memories either. Just the smell of things that make up a city: rain, concrete buildings, sidewalks, and broken dreams. He walked in through the marble lobby of the somewhat seedy office building. The Metropolitan had seen better days, Mike th...
"Ok, Mulder, let's have it. Why did you drag me out to some park on the outskirts of town in the middle of the night?" "C'mon, Scully, you know you have nothing better to do than creep around in the dark of night with yours truly," he said with a smirk as he handed her a cup of coffee. "Uh, let's see, I could be reading or catching up on my email or...slee...
~~Jack~~ "No!" Fiona got up from the corner by the rubble. In all the chaos and commotion, Jack hadn't noticed, but she'd been hiding. Perfectly understandable, he'd be hiding too if he hadn't nearly died twice before; already becoming jaded, ha. But Fiona, normally smiling and bouncing, ran over to Damien, and stood beside him as she pointed her hands at t...
The irony of the situation wasn't lost on him, as the stern feminine voice of his GPS system commanded him to turn right into the secluded cul-de-sac. The voice a strong reminder as was his nerves of the impending situation. Suppressing his usual sense of humour. "You have reached your destination," The voice announced with clinical delivery as if the GPS k...
(fictional story, WM/wf, AF/wm, AM/wm-nc, AF/AF/AM) Foreword: This story is a sequel to OH SHIT. OH SHIT is a sequel to TOILET SLAVE 2. TOILET SLAVE 2 is a sequel to TOILET SLAVE. This story is also a sequel to OH POO-POO, even though OH POO-POO is not a sequel to any other story. ### It was only last year that Steve had been a toilet slave in the ladies...
"You're sure this spell can locate demons?" I asked, looking down at the folder I held. My aide, Terry, nodded enthusiastically. "That's what it said in the book! Now, I've transcribed what you need to do in modern english, and I think I was pretty clear, but feel free to ask questions if anything needs clarification. No ingredients are required. According...
"I did two enlistments, for a total of 4 years, learning a lot about how to maintain buoys in ship channels and search for lost fishermen after storms. I got my GED to make up for not having graduated high school. I spent the last half-year working in a Coast Guard base sewage-treatment plant, doing double-duty (nights and days), cause I wouldn't do homosexu...
Copyright 2008. All rights reserved. This material may not be reprinted or posted on any other internet site without the expressed written consent of the author. * The Judge's belly continued to rapidly rise and fall as he struggled to catch his breath. Katrina also took a few deep breaths after the physical exertion of her wild face ride. Slowly, she bro...