I was shit on a stick, and I knew it. I curled into a fetal position on my bed, wallowing in depression and guilt, the tears streaming down unto my stained sheets. To be honest, I didn't know what came over me that stormy night. Robby's not even my type. All three of my ex-boyfriends were slim, fit, and fair-skinned men, usually rich, and all of them ei...
It was a dark and stormy night. Cliché? Yes. But it was true. And the storm was getting more intense. Sheets of rain, lightning, loud thunder claps. Visibility was minimal. Cars were stopping under the bridges. I ran over some tree branches. Having been on the road for hours and already fatigued, I decided to exit. There was seemingly nothing at the exit b...
It was a stormy night and Presley was alone in her house. She was just about to settle down to watch a movie when the phone rang, stirring from the cough she grabbed the phone and to her surprise it was her boyfriend Aaron on the line. Presley was so happy to hear Aarons voice she forgot about the movie. You see Aaron was away on the road with his band and...
***Author's Note: There are maybe 2 or 3 parts to this story. Currently working on other stories but I'll be working to finish this one as soon as I can so I can get back to "Mark of the Incubus" and "Sirens of the Belt". Based off of Slavic Mythology. ***** The sky was grim, gray with the first drops of rain. Princess Freya's long dark blond hair with it'...
It’s a stormy November night. The first real storm of the year with wind and rain and thunder off in the distance. The wipers beating back and forth trying in vain to keep up with the rain pelting the windshield. The road is dark and winding along the Santiam River. I glance over at you sitting next to me. You look fearful as the car kicks up gravel alongsi...
I had been stuck in an extended period of time where I refused to allow myself to show my weaker emotions. I was pissed off all the time at the circumstances I had no control over. On a particularly trying day where the sass and sarcasm flowed with abandon, you decided that once I got off work you were going to test my limit on spankings. The thing about i...
Alright ya'll, let's do this again. As usual, hit me with the constructive feedback. As usual, no editor. Glad I'm getting a good response so far, was worried how some would take that "twist" but so far so good. Like I said I am quite attached to these characters so this story will probably be much more emotionally charged than "Your Love". Enjoy!...
This story begins on a dark, stormy night in a little town called Pollock. The lightning was lighting up the night sky, the wind was blowing at incredible speeds, and the rain was pouring down in sheets of pain. I was home alone and the lights were threatening to go out on me. I lit candles just in case and turned on my battery-powered radio to listen to som...
They were the eyes of a natural born killer. In a few short months he had honed his craft to a razor's fine edge and five men were now dead, a testament to his skill. How many more would fall? The steed, itself, flanks streaked with its own black, life's blood, had been pushed to the very limit of its endurance, the absolute breaking point of its existence ....
It was the worst snow storm of the year and she wasn't even sure why she was out here in the shit but she needed to get home now and so she drove on. It was getting late when Shelly drove up to the little bar and had to stop. The roads were icy and she couldn't go any farther now. Parking out front she walked into the bar quickly seeing as she wasn't truly d...