The website looked like one of those creepypasta threads. Black background, white text. It came when people were at their lowest, an icon on your desktop that simply read **** or Justice or whatever you wanted most at the moment. The icon above it a spiral seemingly made of stone, diving deeper and deeper, without end. Upon clicking on the icon, they were br...
/* Author's note: This is a short story I wrote with a close friend of mine quite a while back for a creative writing project at school. Since then, it has been labeled as a "creepypasta" and re-posted in several different places on the internet. I asked the co-author for permission to post this here, and she is completely fine with it. This story is complet...
Dizer Que Descobrir Que Tudo Que Você Conhece, As Pessoas Que Você Gosta, Os Lugar Em Que Você Frequenta Todos Os Dias, Até Você Mesmo, Tudo Não Passa De Scripts e Desenhos Bonitinhos é Um Choque De Realidade Absurdo Seria Eufemismo Monika Chegou a Surtar Quando Descobriu Tudo Sobre Ser Parte De Um Jogo. Ela Passou Meses Tendo Crises Existenciais Intensas e...
Lana checked the lock on the door. It wouldn't budge. She could hear footsteps in the hallway outside, but she didn't know where she was, nor whether she wanted to rattle the door, alerting whoever was outside to her presence. It was dumb luck that Lana had ended up here: she could only guess that she was in an industrial facility, with long, tiled windowle...
"Arin!" a familiar voice hissed. "They're coming, get up!" Arin opened her eyes. It was dark, and a blurry figure loomed over her. As her eyes slowly focused, she caught a glint of yellow hair in a beam of light emanating from somewhere else. "...Lana?" Arin was yanked to her feet. She knew she needed to run, but her mind struggled to remember why. "Faste...
Nina looked down as she walked, keeping a quick pace as she did so. She didn't want to look anyone in the eye and she wanted to get home ASAP. Get away from any prying eyes who might see her horrible attempt at being more fashionable. Nina was not exactly what one would call "sexy" by any stretch of the word. She had long dark hair that was a tangled mess o...
The Smut-verse was vast the Goon lords ruling each world their twisted minds of imagination happened to visit. Thus from theses humble beginnings Goon Tales from the Smut-verse was born,Which came to open many different worlds of possibilities from the mind’s of each of the Goon Lords that graced the Smut-verse. Now the Smut-verse was not something fake it h...
Welcome to Choose Your Own Smut. This story is going to be modeled like a choose your own adventure book, but instead of adventure, you'll find smut. Lots of smut. Enjoy.What's next? Doctor Who Marvel DC I’m a guy Add a new chapter...
Writing smut, like any other kind of writing, takes a certain amount of skill and knowledge. Some writing skills are not required, such as establishing characters or plot development, because the only thing the dedicated readers of smut care about is graphic sex, and the more detailed it is, the better. Character is less important than the sizes of his cock...
This story is part of an ongoing series. The chronological order of my stories is now listed in WifeWatchman's biography. Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas. This story contains graphic scenes, language and actions that might be extremely offensive to some people. These scenes, words and actions...