Fade... Water... Dark... Silence... Rain gradually drifted back to some form of consciousness, it felt like it took hours. His vision remained hazy and dark around the edges. He attempted to look around. He couldn't see much. Far above light pierced a rippling watery surface, but it didn't truly light the place. It was dark down here, far below. He bela...
They had their eyes on Lara for only a couple of hours after they'd found out the last demon destroyer had disappeared from the fold. Well, Ethan'd had his eyes on her for much longer. Near a whole month. He needed her now and had needed her longer, but this wasn't a contest. It was him fulfilling an obligation. He needed a soul to keep him going and hers w...
Ethan was shocked, who would destroy the girl's lab and why? And what did they want him to see? Then there was the issue of sensing someone even though the security team didn't see or sense them. Ethan began to get a very bad feeling in the pit of his stomach. "What's going on?" Katrina asked. "I wish I knew." Ethan replied absently. "I'm going over to the...
Private Harry Chambers, age 18, felt himself tensing as the engines on the Higgins boat roared into shore. German artillery fire was already sending up plumes of smoke and water. In reaction, Chambers bent lower and used the craft's side panel for protection. Chambers heard the bottom of the boat scrape on sand. A boatswain twirled the release wheel, loweri...
Jane occasionally read Literotica, and when she read "Ghostlover Ch. Zero", a bell rang. "John, there is a real problem with this story!" "Darling, it's just a ghost story." "I'm afraid not. Can ghosts change their sizes, or the size of their body parts?" "Ghosts are fictional beings. Authors can endow them with whatever characteristic they like." "John...
120 years after Draenor / 105 after "Future" The pretty, purple haired, night elf made her way across the battlefield, golden orbs surrounding her head. Picking her way across, she was careful to not step on the destroyed bodies. She stooped down and ran her hand over the body of a fallen orc. "Oh, what about this one, Sugarbear?" She focused her energy....
So, You're Gonna Fuckin Die: A Self-Help Manual Andrew J. Kolesar, N.A.M.D. Copyright © - 12-17-2001 After hearing that my ex-wife was dying of cancer (which was a lie of course) I was encouraged to write a self-help manual. * * * * * Do you smell that putrid stench of something rotting? Does it seem like you're the only one who can smell it? Does it f...
An ESL experience at a for-profit college in Thailand. BACKGROUND: Originally, I'd been in business, as an insurance underwriter, but left that occupation when my company was decimated by the "Great Recession" of 2008. The following year my wife and I divorced after a short, unhappy, childless marriage. I decided to change careers. Reinvent myself. Do som...
In the next week or so, there were still moments where Muriel closed her eyes and stayed close to Vidar so they could kiss and share intimate touches. No matter how hideous Vidar was, he still felt and smelled lovely. Once, when two hands were on her shoulders, a third patted her back, and Muriel shook and whined as if she feared pain. She didn't believe she...
JOB DESCRIPTIONS Hi there, my name is Igor Stiffpounder, and I'm a diener. No, make that a senior assistant diener. I was promoted last month. In other words, I work with the dead. However, most of my deceased helpmates just lollygag around and are of no help whatsoever. Sometimes I almost feel as though I'm working solo. That's one of the reasons I've go...