(This story was created at work with a fellow supervisor's creative imagination and my own. He created the demon, I created its tale. Written for Lucus. Thanks for the fun Luke) Kiss of Death (1) The Interview Begins "We're still not sure what caused his insanity but he is as humble and intelligent as ever. He still cannot be trusted though in a spark of...
"Another new slave," Warcry remarked with disinterest, hobbling toward his bed with the help of his rusty metal crutch. A towel rested between it and his armpit, to soften its constant blow. "Tutor or gunmaster?" "What?" Needle asked. He was caught off guard by the question, and by the way he was staring at his new owner. Butterflies stirred in his stomach...
-And now I've written this. Go figure. I think this story will be hated by one side for having romance and by the other for having a dog in it. I like it because of the romance. Again, go figure. With a final, hate-filled scream that clawed at the soul, the execution ended. Inshini, Countess Mardapur, released a breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding...
How quickly a person's fortunes could change. Only ten minutes previously I was sitting in a prison cell, awaiting my execution, and now, here I am standing, trembling before the desk of the Supervisor himself. The Abomination is what they call him behind his back, though no-one dare say it, or even think it, to his face. They say he can read minds, or at l...
Being the King's Headsman is the only employment that I have known since I was 18 summers old. I had been with a group of people from our village returning from a market fair in the next town over when we were accosted by a band of highwaymen. The robbers were too busy pawing the women and intimidating the others to pay much attention to the skinny lad who...
"Holy shit," Kara yelled. "Are you reading this?" Jo looked at the poster that was the object of Kara's attention. "Yeah. That sounds awesome!" The girls, walking home from a day of college classes, had been distracted by the small poster for an adult themed haunted house that was being run by one of the college fraternities as a fund-raiser for a local ch...
The church bell tolls again. I have nothing better to do than to count, so I do. One... two... three. It's summer and the sun is still high in the sky when I look out of the window. In the piazza across the river, the old men have gathered again around the giant chess board etched into the ground. They are bickering over a knight that rises to half their he...
Dear Readers: My name is Louis Attoma, attorney-at-law. In my capacity as attorney for Ms. Sharon S___: I have been requested to send the following story to this site. I make no claims to it's accuracy or it's authenticity. In fact, I personally have never read this story and never will. Those also were my instructions. Ms. S___ was an inmate on death row...
The sun was now rising. June stretched her arms and woke, standing from the tree she leaned her back on. She usually took several naps during the day and sometimes at night, while her favorite friend, Helaman, was very much a morning person who usually slept several straight hours at night, but still slumbered this morning. Unlike June, he kept afloat. That'...
This is the fourth chapter of my wife's execution of the punishment poem I submitted to her suggesting ways to atone for my inability to control my orgasm. Please review the earlier chapters for the full poem and the humiliations I have been forced to endure because of my failure. I did not think she would actually perform all of these cruel punishments on m...