She looked across the coffee table at him with her head cocked sideways. "All that guilt is nothing but a burden for you, and it keeps you from enjoying your life. Don't you sometimes get a bit angry about that? Or even at yourself?" We had been talking all evening, my loving partner Rachel, my best friend Dave who I had known since high school, and I. Dave...
To the readers: You may want to read the original story, "Was He Guilty?" before reading this story. I will mention a number of things from the first story. If you read the original story, it may make this story easier to understand. I felt that the story was left with to many unanswered questions. A big thank you to Estragon for editing this story. Chapter...
Please give me the support of your vote. * Now that Linda's secret gangbang sex with his three friends is out in the open and a topic for their pillow talk discussions, Walter feels more comfortable dressing up as Wendy. With his wife gone shopping with her sister and mother and with Linda staying overnight at her sister's house, the next town over, this...
jack involuntarily jerked back against the chain that stretched his collar as it was yanked twice by the strikingly beautiful Lady who held the little leather loop at the other end of the chain, his leash, as it were. He stood in a large room, paneled in old, dark oak, windowless, solemn and foreboding. It was like so many other rooms that he had seen before...
Allison led Jennifer by her leash out of the door, into her New York apartment building hallway. Jennifer suddenly felt extremely exposed now she was out in the open, even though there was no one to be seen thus far. "Follow me inmate, the car is in the garage," said Allison as she tugged on her leash, walking towards the elevator. Jennifer felt her eyes d...
Flora Radisson gets just what she wants when the townsfolk burn her at the stake. "Flora Radisson, under the laws of the Commonwealth of Salem Massachusetts, on this day of our Lord in 1692, I find you guilty of witchery, witchcraft, wizardly, sorcery, and conjuring," said the Honorable Judge Robert Hall. "Do you have anything to say for yourself before I p...
"I'm really excited about this class -- I want to learn all I can about needle play," S said. I sat behind the wheel next to a woman I barely knew. We were driving back to my place from a night out. I listened carefully as she told me about drawing blood from a consenting masochist, the details bringing a flush to my face I hoped the darkness concealed. I...
She stood quivering in the court. The long dark hairs of her innocent face sparkling with the chink of light bathing the defendants' dock. Guilty or not guilty? She was guilty, of course. The blameless persona was a front; much like the cute puppy cheekily hoping that their owner would not attribute culpability to them for the messy house. She tried to loo...
Author's Note: This is my story, I wrote it, stealing is lame. If you don't like it, don't read it. Thanks for any comments, votes, feedback, or favorites. This second chapter is by request; this is the end (I swear, but not really). Hope you enjoy: * The memory of one of Steven's hate filled attacks cut her mind against Albert's wild twisting of her heave...
Lost Episodes. Those Creepypastas with lost tapes, one and only time airings, and other hidden content. They can be television shows, unreleased cuts of movies for the big or small screen, and even various Commericals. All Evidence is usually destroyed before the episode could be proven real. These lost episodes are not Creepypastas. They are not horror, no...