Her gaze fell onto the wheels of her computer chair. The round blob of very dark gray plastic was covered by a thin hood, as if it were a real car tire that could throw up dirt. The color was supposed to be black, yet it was not nearly dark enough. Thousands of tiny little impurities in the surface kept the surface matte without reflection. Surely, this was...
As always, I must thank my editing team, PapaKilo14, Hal, Pixel the Cat, GeorgeAnderson, and Olddave1951. Thanks, gentleman, for all your hard work. Harddaysknight is my mentor and reads for me. Thank you for all you mean to me. SBrooks103x also gave me a pre-post read and critical review. I have the best team in the business and I love you guys. This posti...
This is a repost of a story I removed from the site some time ago. If you have read it, there is no need to reread, vote or comment. Many have asked me to post it again, so I am. ***** Chapter One The eporeodon was exhausted. She staggered toward the stream, her urge to drink compelling her trembling legs. Her zebra like stripes were stained with clay whe...
The 'A Song from My Story, a Story for My Song' event is a challenge for authors to write a story inspired by a piece of music or song, where the brief is broad and the point is to use music 'to create something new and unique.' On this note, I'd like to thank Literotica author carrteun for organising this challenge. And Laurel, who runs Literotica, let's no...
I got into a bit of a creative slump in December. I felt like nothing I wrote was any good. To get out of the slump, I read my favorite books and tried to imagine additional stories set in their worlds. It came to naught, until I re-read Over_Red's story "Dream Drive", which he published on this very site. I managed to conjure up a character and sent him on...
Prologue Mon enfant, ma soeur, Songe à la douceur D'aller là-bas vivre ensemble ! Aimer à loisir, Aimer et mourir Au pays qui te ressemble ! Les soleils mouillés De ces ciels brouillés Pour mon esprit ont les charmes Si mystérieux De tes traîtres yeux, Brillant à travers leurs larmes. Là, tout n'est qu'ordre et beauté, Luxe, calme et volupté. - From "L'Inv...
by Philip Johnson Prologue It's my position that cats make lousy pets. They don't come when they're called. They almost have to be declawed and kept indoors, and have a litter box that we humans have to clean. We have to feed them what they want, and pretty much when they want it. They come when they damn well feel li...
Chapter 1 – Moving in - Sunday, November 13th My name is Patricia Teresa McKlellan, but my friends call me "PT". I was going through a dark time in my life. I had gotten fired from yet another dead-end job a few months ago. My self-confidence and enthusiasm were buried in a grave in the deep recesses of my psyche. The one bright spot in my life was serving...
"Seventeen-Twenty-Five from dispatch," squawked the radio. Liz Harrison, our lead dispatcher, was working the day shift in the communication center. I always loved it when Liz was working dispatch, instead of stuck in her office supervising. Liz had a silky, smoky voice that would make any 1-900 phone sex girl envious. I keyed the button on my lapel mike f...
So, dear reader, here are all the chapters in the Predator series, as well as Beyond a Reasonable Doubt, all wrapped up in one giant burrito. I've made a few changes and additions along the way, mainly to smooth transitions and to better integrate Beyond a Reasonable Doubt into the main story arc. This was never the original intent, however, so the two stori...