Disclaimer: All characters and events in my stories are purely fictional and all characters are of legal age of consent. Any resemblance to real persons or events is entirely coincidental. Author's Note: This story is supposed to be set in the real world. I wanted to play with unique settings, so why not the apocalypse? ***** ~~ Life After the End ~~ You...
十五 "How about an app for buying a ghost?" Man-bun Matty asked the table. His hands were raw, red with scabs and rashes, but he was in good spirits, hyper this morning, decked out in a golden traditional Chinese button up shirt and matching baggy gold pants and open toe sandals. He obviously had no fear of the cold. Man-bun was sipping on a thermos of cive...
Writer's Note: I'm trying to broaden the scope of the story a bit while keeping it manageable. We'll see how that goes... Comments are very much appreciated, if you feel like dropping a note here or in an email (good or bad). Big thanks to those who have done so already! It means a lot as an amateur writer. Hope you enjoy the story, and thanks for reading....
*Once again, I really do apologize for the sequel of Tattoo of Love. Please forgive me, guys!I'll probably get back to it eventually, but right now i'm giving my full attention to this story. I do promise that I will continue to post chapters of this new story though, so you guys don't have to worry about me leaving you hanging. Well, here it is...and I hop...
*Thank you all for continuing to read, vote, and provide feedback. I hope you'll enjoy this chapter.* After four hours of browsing booths, attending panels, checking out film screenings, and watching cosplay contests, the threesome went to a burger stand to gorge themselves on greasy food. Once their bellies were full, they said their goodbyes, then heade...
"Okay, he's awake." Those three words reverberated around the inside of his skull like it had been hollowed out with a blunt instrument, possibly a large serving spoon. He recognised them, he understood their meaning, but was unable to string them together to grasp the context. A dull ache behind his eyes blossomed into a bright white pain as he gradually e...
This is the story of a young woman's conviction as a terrorist and what happens to her when she is sentenced to penal slavery. Penal slavery is not impossible. The thirteenth and fourteenth amendments to the constitution of the United States of America do NOT prohibit slavery. They only LIMIT slavery to punishment for crimes. In other words, the constitution...
SLEEPLESS IN WILDWOOD I awoke in the early morning hours long before the alarm. After a rare weekend where I had both Saturday and Sunday off it was Monday, the beginning of a new work week. This wasn't just any work week, though, it was the final week of my Mailgirls contract and my mind was racing with all of the possible outcomes of it. I knew there'd be...
As a girl, Sue had been a parent. Her father and mother had died young, but now before giving her a baby brother to care for. So, a teenage girl, she'd stepped into the gap. Washed his clothes, done his dishes, cut the crusts off his sandwiches. All while a part of her, and it fluctuated in size every day, saw the other girls who only had to worry about diet...
Amy sat down just before the bell rang. She tucked her books underneath her, and pulled up a notebook and a pen, and was ready for class. Mr. Flowers, or Hank as he insisted everyone he taught call him, because Mr. Flowers made him sound ridiculous, lounged at the front of the room. He was leaning against the whiteboard, his legs crossed over one another a...