May 22nd, 2012 The double paned glass door swung open as my hand pushed against the chilled glass. As the gap between the door and wall widened, I was bitten by the familiar scent and flood of brisk, chilled air. A scent unique, one of stagnant humid air; dusty aluminum and a faint smell of bleach coated rubber floors. The initial dark outlines became more...
Michael Cannon settled himself into his favorite armchair which was sitting in the living room of his new house, looking around with glee... at the moment there wasn't much to look at considering that he hadn't actually moved anything into it other than the armchair -- and his bed upstairs in the master bedroom -- but that would start tomorrow. He considered...
Author's note: This is an entry in the Halloween 2019 story contest. Please vote! All characters are over 18-years-old. I can't believe I let my sister talk me into this. I hated performing for people and normally wouldn't be caught dead in a costume. But she'd insisted that I participate in the haunted hayride. It was "for charity," she said. She said it...
The year is 2020. "Give me one good reason why I should let you live," Cindy growls at the intruder, slightly letting up on the choke hold her hand has on his neck. He gets mere seconds to attempt to catch his breath before Cindy turns to Gracelyn with a nod. A shooting pain runs up his body from between his legs as his nuts are crunched by a merciless kic...
She walked into the old hotel and checked in. The man handed her her key and smiled as he checked out her cleavage. He watched her walk away in her tight pants as she headed to her room. He laughed and sat down in his chair, he resumed watching his show. Kayla stepped into the old elevator and pushed the 3 button. The old elevator started as the motor revve...
Hier ein paar Geschichten zu Paola. Im Folgenden schreibe ich aus der "Ich" Perspektive auch wenn die Geschichten nicht wirklich passiert sind. VG bedeutet, dass es eine (kurze!) Vorgeschichte gibt, bevor das eigentliche Thema beginnt. Erstmal Allgemeines: Mein Name ist Paola. Ich bin 19 Jahre alt und wohne in einem kleinen Dorf direkt am Waldrand....
Zoe stood outside the old abandoned mansion, that was supposed to be haunted and looked at her mom. "I don't know, mom," Zoe said. "What? This was your idea. I left my own Halloween party in order to come here with you. Making your father very upset, I might add," Amber replied. "I know, but it doesn't look this creepy during the day," Zoe commented. "Um...
[This is chapter six in the series, An Imperfect Couple. It would be best if you read chapters one through five in the series before this one so you can get the backstory for this chapter. This is a romance and not a sex story, although the sexual tension and attraction between the two is quite evident and clearly building. But for those who have been patien...
I first met Jackson when I was a freshman and he was a sophomore, so we've known each other for four years now. We were both involved with the theater program in our high school. We were the type of kids that always sat together at lunch, wore strange thrift-store outfits, and cracked each other up with obscure pop culture references. And of course we sang a...
It was a typical neighborhood joint. It had a U-shaped bar with stools at the sides and standing room in the middle. There was a small dance floor that was seldom used except on weekend nights. There were perhaps twenty tables and a few booths around the dance floor. The music leaned towards the oldies and so did the clientele. The Bee Gees triggered a swar...