All characters in the story were created and are trademark to Valve Corporation taken from the video game Dota 2. The story is merely fiction and does not mean to describe any character from the game or its creators in any manner. P.S. this is my first submission and it may be subject to change or edits. Tresdin continued to sharpen her halberd attempti...
Warning: this is an extremely short story at just under 1k words. It is also kind of dumb and silly. Enjoy, and try to figure out which of the characters is really in control during this story... ~~~~~ ~~~~~ In the distant future of 2015, Timothy was in his living room cutting open the six foot tall Amazon box to unpack his brand new robot wife. He sliced...
Author's Notes: "Men see beauty wherever they can get it. But that's the allure of the Red Light Princess. Like any good whore, she's whoever you want her to be." ― James W. Bodden "The more you love, the more you can love-and the more intensely you love. Nor is there any limit on how many you can love. If a person had time enough, he could lo...
"Bring him out!" Gary Garrett quaked beneath a black hood. His hands were bound together behind his back by some kind of plastic tie. Who were they? Al Qaeda? ISIS? The IRA? Was the IRA even a thing anymore? What did they want with him? He was a nobody. He worked as a community manager for one of the smaller DoTA-type online games. The job didn't pay par...
Author's Note: This is part 5 of my 'Trapped in a Game' series. It's not a self-contained story so you'll be pretty lost if you don't read from part 1. A word of caution; this story up until now has been posted in the incest/taboo category as despite being a fantasy story, the primary love interest of the main character is his little sister. I don't think th...
THE MORNING AFTER I awoke early the next morning before the alarm and stared at the ceiling fan turning slowly above my bed. Images from yesterday kept playing in my head like a highlight reel from Danica's Craziest Day Ever. Between being a naked stage prop, the humiliating return to Marketing, my confrontation with Stephanie, Barbara's quid pro quo, and m...