"It's been just over a year since I was designated, deigned to become more than but a man." I never believed in anything beyond the mundane and temporal. I prioritised logical analysis and objective truth. It was in pursuit of truth that I took on a position of employment in my city's central library. Working nights afforded me plentiful time to peruse s...
Have you ever had a hunch something was true and it was? Think about that. Think about the time or times when you did. Hold that thought while you ponder over it. Now, remember back to that time and to the circumstances that gave you that hunch. Isn't it a weirdly unsettling feeling? Now, go ahead and answer the question. Have you ever had a feeling that so...
Chapter 3: Jonathon Everything seems different now. Even Mina doesn't seem the same to me anymore. I still love her deeply, but my experiences have changed me, and I don't know if its fair to her to carry on with our marriage. The time I spent at the castle of Count Dracula haunts my nightmares still. The shadows and whisperings in the darkness that follo...
My eyelids had closed automatically when he kissed me goodnight, but I fought sleep for as long as I could. The nightmares caught me eventually, though, as they always do. ******* They drag me back to the cold metal table. Back to the blazing lights overhead, silhouetted forms of men above me, black shadows against the bright white. They hold me down un...
This is my entry for the 2012 Winter Holiday Story Contest. Enjoy! Christmas editing love to SlySubmissive. * I eyed the khaki-colored concoction in the cocktail glass, complete with cranberries, with concern, and a little consternation. "You better taste good, you bastard," I warned it. I took a sip, swished the liquid around my teeth, and then swallowe...
That scraping sound on my windows again. I crawled off the bed with an effort, it is awfully cold. Flakes of rust came off the hinges as I forced the windows apart and cool air rushed in from the night and I hunch into my thin robe as far in as possible. The moon-washed backyard is empty, as I lean out of the sill to peer into the gloom. It's always the same...
Chapter 2: Sweetness How paranoid can you get, Hannah thought to herself, it had been six months since the attack. However she still checked the house perimeter before going to bed, and had her friend Tom install some safety devices in her home. She just didn't go out after dark, no matter how her friend Beth had pled with her, no parties, no bar hopping, n...
The room is dim, the glow of the monitor the only light. Her desk is littered with various papers, post-it notes and empty cans of Diet Coke. She stares intently at the monitor, her fingers typing furiously, pausing only to take a sip of her soda, or to light another cigarette. She pauses, getting up to stretch her back, the dim light coming off of the mon...
1.1.2. Flu *1918* Selene had spent the last ten years traveling. Only a few years all over Europe and since 1912 through America. She had never stayed in one place for more than a few months. She had spent the time of the Great War in America together with her growing entourage, but even here she had often changed both city and state. To protect herself wa...
Erica's Perspective: She couldn't believe what she had done and the guilty feelings she was now trying hard to suppress and hide from Mike. She felt like a total slut at what she had done and had been doing with other blokes. It was totally out of character for her. Erica had seen the ripped stud with the long wavy blonde hair she now knew as Shee pitching...