"Go! Go! Go, Team Go!" shouted the Cheerleading team, wiggling their pom-poms in the air. "Go, Mustangs!" we shouted in return. There is nothing like a cool fall night and the Homecoming football game at your alma mater. The cheerleaders still look fresh faced, the players still run and tackle with the same enthusiasm of youth, but the crowd is the one who...
I shifted slightly, twisting, trying to find a more comfortable position. The cold metal mesh of the cage pressed against bare skin making me move again. After several more attempts I curled back up waiting for your return. I'd lost track of how long you'd been gone, time always seems abstract when you leave me to my thoughts. As the minutes ticked by I wis...
"Your call is important to us...you are second in the queue...please hold the line...an assistant will be...Good afternoon, my name is Samantha. How can I help you today?" "Ah, yes...there seems to be a problem with my last telephone bill." Peter had been hanging on the phone for some time. "Oh, I'm sorry to hear that." Samantha responded. "What seems to...
When my sister Norika came to visit me in Oceanview, I found out that she doesn't like to wear nighties to bed. She didn't bring any with her, and even though I live with an American family, she didn't seem keen on putting one on. I had a real time of it trying to keep her from flashing the host son, Brandon, and the mother's boyfriend, Hank. Up until then,...
There's a lot of human inventions that make life easier and more comfortable, now that I live among them. The boxes that have the talking people, the little things that let you talk to people in other places, the computers, which do a bunch of stuff I don't understand. But my favorite, -favorite-, is still the fireplace. I've been told it's not exactly an ad...
The implication of her neighbour's question was obvious - "Does anyone else wish to pose with Sal?" It would not simply be posing nude with Sal: there would be an erection and more. You could have heard a pin drop. Nobody said a word. It was an invitation to fuck or be fondled or sucked by Sal - nothing more and nothing less. "Well, if no volunteers, I'll d...
Three loud knocks rudely interrupted the dark and tranquil Daranssian night. The furred perpetrator reached one clawed finger up to scratch at an ear, catching the glares of two disgruntled guards on either side of him. He cleared his throat and pretended to inspect his claws, their gaze never faltering. Half a minute turned into an eternity as the sounds of...
Chapter 1 He checked his face in the small mirror hanging on the tent post. Satisfied, he wiped the blade of the cutthroat razor and placed it against its twin in the leather case. The razors had belonged to his Grandfather, liberated from the saddle bags of an Ulan officer during the First World War. He slipped on his shirt shivering in the cold, morning...
Author's Note: Big thank you to Secretsxywriter for editing and helping me with this story better. And now something spookier just in time for Halloween. *** It all started with oranges bouncing around on the sidewalk. I'd been unemployed for a while, the stress of it messing with my life. I was burning through my savings, and insomnia had kicked in last...
It is 1897, the twenty-sixth of May. My name is Brialla Wren, and I know things about the world. Things that would leave the ordinary gentleman or lady afaint, things that would land me in Bedlam were I to merely speak of them aloud. Certainly, there are already rumors of the beasts that hunt the night - legends of the bestial loup-garou, whispers of the v...