[WARNING: THERE ARE BAD ENDS THAT CAN RESULT IN GORE, IF YOU DO NOT WANT THIS TO HAPPEN, CHOOSE CAREFULLY OR DO NOT CONTINUE] The year is 2147. You are Mia, a single, slim, 19 year old girl from England. You have white-blond hair tied back into a lengthy ponytail, and stand at 5' 3, weighing 113 pounds. You have a beautiful, feminine face, B-Cup breasts and...
Here, beneath the Earth so old. In this pit we call our home. Down in this frozen deep. Toiling ever 'til we sleep. Even though the succubus was singing under her breath, Judith found a flush creeping along her neck at the sound of Filia's singing voice. It was smokey and deep, resonating with an otherworldly thrum. Did succubi have powers of seducti...
Remodeling was a bitch. It had started relatively small. Switching light bulbs. Resealing the windows. Upgrading appliances. But new appliances needed a new look, so there was the bamboo flooring. And finally, in a fit of Al Gore-induced guilt, getting those solar panels. But, despite the cost and the months of having her house in complete disarray, Kat had...
My idea is simple, cost effective, and it works. My company is called C. O. C. Catchy name isn't it? It stands for Cutout Cops. I make life-sized, cardboard cops that look like the real thing. You see, I use actual police officers as models, pay them a fee to photograph them and to use their image, and reprint their likeness on cardboard. I even make phony...
The night had fallen for a couple hours, and yet, Los Angeles was more dynamic than ever. The city was shining a thousand lights coming from its numerous buildings, and its population was living it's life, far from suspecting something terrible was coming their way. And yet, it was. You see, there are things humans have come to think impossible, because the...
Aeva LeVeaux stood triumphant upon the field of battle, her golden breastplate shining in the fading light of dusk. Out of breath and panting, she felt exhausted, but the rush of victory was invigorating. From under the heap of corpses, left rotting in the setting sun, the tip of a ruby twinkled in her eyes. Picking at it carefully, she found that it was aff...
Knight Shadow walked into the bedroom that he and Mystic Shadow shared. He looked at her with such love and admiration. Her dark hair glimmered under the moon light, the white gown out lined her tanned athletic body. She turned slowly towards him and her eyes sparkled seeing him. She ran barefoot to his opened arms. Without a word he kissed her lips while ho...
The Silkeon Returns A Silky Fantasy Adventure "Arrughgh" the mighty Egroeg howled toward the Main Moon, slowly setting in the North. He staggered in pain. His seed sacks were once again filled, and tho he sought mightily to empty them, he had been unable. He had sought a Silkeon, of course, but could not find one. He had emptied his seed sacks into a Tang,...
The world before him was strange. A place of pitch-black darkness where the only source of light appeared miles away. Random walked for what felt like hours. The glow his lighthouse pushing him forwards. The young man finally made it to his light only to be greeted by a sight that he could've never imagined. A large red serpent slithered towards him, its ent...
February 7, 2027 The New York Times Book Review Sophie Nakamura, Chief Critic MY JOURNEY By President Mark Robinson 560 pp. Random House. $39.99. Did Elle Macpherson destroy a presidency? That's the impression one can't help taking away from former President Mark Robinson's new memoir, "My Journey," released a little over a year after Marty Fox's "Fu...