For the english version go here! https://chyoa.com/story/The-iBod.15166 Das ist die Geschichte von Walter, einem 48-jährigen Erfinder. Vor kurzem hat er etwas erfunden, was sein Leben für immer verändern wird! Und zwar den iBod, ein iPod-ähnliches Gerät mit Verwandlungsoption. Damit kann man Materie scannen und sich in eine gespeicherte Form verwandeln. Alt...
[The following story is a work of fiction, and any resemblance to any person, corporation etc, is completely fictional. If you are under 18 or offended by violent/perverse themes, do not read further!] The Grendell Corporation building sure didn't look special to Mark when he started working there in 2005; it was your average monolithic skyscraper. Yet with...
It was hard for eighteen year old Kevin McAllister. His damned family had left him home alone AGAIN. It seemed like a running gag each time that the family left on vacations that he invariably was going to be lift behind. He had plenty of money, as he knew how to not only raid his brothers safe, but he also managed to hack into his fathers computer earlier...
Chapter 03 The gentlemen of New Orleans disport themselves at a pique-nique The August sun blazed down on the porch. I sat in the shade, surveying Parcbeau, the plantation of my ancestors and now my care. Last winter's ice, carefully hoarded in the icehouse, tinkled in my glass and brought some welcome relief to the heat. I mopped my brow with a silk handk...
Aren't self-service checkouts great? Do you walk round supermarkets when its quiet and drop girlie things in a basket then go and pay when no one is looking. No awkward looks from the cashier on the till. I know I could mail order but private deliveries weren't allowed at work and obviously women's clothing delivered to our house was impossible of course. I...
Paul Bartlett stopped typing to glance at his watch. Another ten minutes until his five o'clock appointment, time for a couple more paragraphs. No sooner had he resumed work at the PC, than the silence was broken by the sound of a doorbell. Again he halted but, rather than irritation at this break in concentration, felt elated. An early bird eh, mused Paul,...
Racial Harmony This chapter continues on directly (the next day) from Chapter 05 so please read that one first. I have already told my best friend, Drew over the phone about what I'd witnessed via his web cam hack. My mum had still seemed somewhat upset with my dad that morning as he left for a meeting with the middle eastern businessman's staff in Singapor...
DISCLAIMER: This is purely an experiment to get writing. I do not know where this story will evolve. It is something of a break from the massive series which I am also working on... but more of a forgivable weekly sprint to see where a story will take me. My goal is to publish every week. It's my challenge. This is not really a novel, although I do have a...
Note: This story was customized for Ron X. and is based on a long-held fantasy he has about his wife Maureen. Thanks to Ron for generously providing the personal details and other necessary information that made this story possible. * When the show ended, Ron and Maureen filtered out into the lobby with the rest of the crowd. "So, what did you think?" He...
Edited by Poison Ivan It’d been two days - forty-eight fucking hours - since Moe had seen Mona Dale. He blamed the painkillers for letting him think it was okay to send her out to poke around. He knew first hand that the players in this game were playing for keeps. Yeah, he’d given her step-by-step instructions, but those didn’t account for surprises. Quail...