Chapter One She just looked so... Miserable... She'd been out there for the last two hours. Standing in the rain in the same spot she always did. Must have been freezing, but like always she refused to move. Hell, I'd been watching her this whole time from my shop. But I knew better than to approach her. It just wasn't worth it. Calling her boyfriend an as...
A NIGHTMARE REBORN FREDDY vs. JASON 2 BASED UPON CHARACTERS CREATED BY: WES CRAVEN: A Nightmare on Elm Street VICTOR MILLER: Friday the 13th JOHN CARPENTER: Halloween STEPHEN KING: It VICTOR SALVA: Jeepers Creepers KEVIN WILLIAMSON: Scream CLIVE BARKER: Candyman ALFRED HITCHCOCK: Psycho EDITED BY: Miriam Belle CREATIVE CONSULTANTS: Sean Renaud...
Greetings to those who may be reading this. I'm genuinely new to this entire writing scene, having only been reading stories on Literotica. Most stories are all the same, so I thought I'd try adding something fresh into the mix. All significant input is invited. Much obliged to you for taking the time to peruse this. In this story, the world and every one...
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...
Season of the Wolf Part one: Running With the Pack Chapter 1 "Grace, you can't be serious." My roommate glares at the cardboard box I've been packing for the last hour as if its public enemy number one. Impatient with my non-response she huffs and taps a manicured nail against her perfectly tanned forearm. "I mean, have you really thought this through?"...
(Age of Decadence) Lies and deceit leading on, the maelstrom swirls us back. We return to where we began. PROLOGUE: Mucia Faustina was seated on the third level of the amphitheater, the maenianum summum, the section allocated to women. On the roof above her the poor, the pullati, stood to watch the games. Fortunately she was in the first row of seats ab...
In his comments on my story 'A View from the Bottom' 'Oldmarriedtar' stated that there is no cure for depression, and I tend to agree with him. My personal experience with depression is that there are three avenues open, the first is the chemical approach and this may be necessary to stabilise the condition, but it is not a cure. The second and third can be...
This story is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of the story's characters to dead and/or living people, and fictitious situations to real events, is purely coincidental. Some research went into attempting to present certain situations as realistically as possible, without getting nitty-gritty about it. As such, no doubt there will be issues with some of the...
*Warning! Dear readers, In a comment on one of my stories, coinnaisseur29 wrote: 'I thought the romance a bit too quick. [...] I expect one has to make it quick what with so little space and time.' This story is an attempt to remedy that. The romance is slow, as you may expect from the two main characters. There is not a lot of sex in it (only on pg. 1...
The gunshot echoed across the prairie. I looked down at poor Whiskey as I slowly reloaded my Peacemaker. He was a good horse and his death was on me. Well, me and the damned rattlesnake that spooked him. I was half asleep in the saddle and noticed the rattler at about the same time as Whiskey. The old boy reared and threw me, which was embarrassing enough f...