Hi. I'm a tour guide. No... Well, that's my part-time job. My main job involves taking well-dressed stiffs on their last ride before they end up 6 under. It's like taxi driving; only difference is the customer doesn't complain about your driving. Too bad they don't tip though. You see, thanks to my job I get to see cemeteries a lot. So, to make a buck when t...
= = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = The payment for life is life, but will Estevan give his beloved as payment for his continued existence? = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = ******************** Normally Estevan loved Halloween. It was his favorite holiday. He had watched it change through the centuries from a yearly cultic purification of h...
Myrna likes to bang dead guys. I'd learned to live with that. So, my now ex-girlfriend who lives over a funeral home prefers the rigid dicks of guys who benefit from rigor mortis. I once was man enough to admit when I was beat. I mean, how could any living, breathing guy possibly compete with a fellow with an eternal hard-on? Hell, I used to get flaccid just...
The smell of a dead mouse and a dead rat is the same. The rat is bigger so the smell lingers longer as the body mortifies. The smell of dead critter was in the boat shop. Most people when entering the shop would comment on the woody smell. The reason is we heat with wood, plus the added attraction we have wood products everywhere. An industrial orange Woodmi...
"There are black zones of shadow close to our daily paths, and now and then some evil soul breaks a passage through. When this happens the man who knows must strike before reckoning the consequences." -HP Lovecraft, The Thing on the Doorstep (1937) USS Surefoot, Command Quarters, Stardate 51180.4: Hrelle sat quiet and alone in what humans would have cal...
Nathaniel Winthrop sat at his computer reading the most recent entries from the on-line Halloween contest. 'Not bad,' he thought to himself as he finished the last story. There isn't a whole lot I could say negative about the story itself, or the way it was written. I guess I have to fall back on attacking the author. He opened the comment window and began...
Three months ago, a miracle happened in the morgue of a small midwestern town—a man who was found dead the night before suddenly awoken. Somehow death had deemed it high time to take a vacation and in his absence, the souls of the damned seemingly went looked for their bodies. Unfortunately for the diener who was working that day the man who returned from th...
Please vote. Please give me the support of your vote. * A devoted husband, 68-year-old Walter, an older man, found love again with 39-year-old Susan, a much younger woman, after his beloved Mary died. Tall, blonde, busty, and beautiful with big, blue eyes, thirty-nine-year-old Susan Jill Parker preferred older men. A true American beauty, she could have b...
The creature stood in the red sun light on ten segmented legs. It had many natures and for each nature it had a name. It was troubled often on who or what it was because it could not make up its mind as to what it was much less who. Jagged cold mountains pierced a black sky. A faint red sun cast ill, evil lurking shadows across blue lit plains and valleys....
(Warning! Extreme literary licensing was taken in the writing of this story. This story is graphic and contains explicit adult content that may be unsuitable for some readers. This story involves necrophilia and if you are in anyway offended by such material, please do not read further.) He laid on the bed, the sound of his breathing filling the room. Rushi...