This is an adult fanfiction based on the Gwendy Dolls from the 1998 movie Small Soldiers. This is a story I have been adding to for a while, and will continue to do so. Chapters are added as they're written, and I do so for free on my own time. If you are interested in the idea of living dolls or enjoy/create content like this, please check out the GwendyDol...
Here I was, Doris Opening, all one hundred and thirty pounds of me, sitting on Santa's knee. If that wasn't enough I was wearing a fuzzy white sweater tight against my 36C boobs, a short tartan skirt, fishnet stockings and high heels. Weird as I felt Santa was even more blown away. I was here only because the alternative was going to be worse. I had drawn th...
My birth name is Bethany Parker, but I recently changed it to Anisah Amal to Anwar reflect a change in my identity. I am an English-born Caucasian woman and a former atheist and former feminist who converted to Islam. It shocked a lot of my friends and family members, especially since for many years I raged against the very idea of organized religion. Now I...
It was not too far from the middle of nowhere. I stood beside the rented truck, arms folded protectively against the wind, eyes searching the landscape for any sign of life. North, south, nothing but pale, dead fields. East, west, only a slim gray road. Both views for as far as the eye could see. "Well, Sanvalle is about ten miles west." I turned quickly to...
The Kingdom of Saudi Arabia is thought of by many as a forbidden place. To the billion plus men and women around the planet Earth who call themselves Muslims, Saudi Arabia is the Heartland of Islam. To Western feminists, Saudi Arabia is a backwards land and a veritable prison for the female sex. To the African, Filipino and Indian workers who come to Saudi A...
"I want some of the weed you've been smokin'!" Sam Beckett exclaimed, "Or a taste of your psychedelic mushrooms!" "You can call off the narc squad - I'm as clean as a set of bowels after a gallon of polyethylene glycol colonoscopy prep," bantered Tom Kiernander, one of Sam's poker buddies and a fellow sales associate at Kevvexx Pharmaceuticals. "Besides, I...
This story is a continuation of the "The Girl Across the Street" series. I urge you to read the first, second, and third chapters before reading this. This chapter will make more sense if you do. This story is a work of fiction. Some real institutions are mentioned, but they are used fictitiously. Insofar as the author knows, no real person affiliated with...
This story is a work of fiction. Some real institutions are mentioned, but they are used fictitiously. Insofar as the author knows, no real person affiliated with any of those institutions has ever behaved as do the characters in this story. The Heartland Bank referred to in this story is completely fictitious. Any similarities between any character in this...
We were at the shore, in one of those cheapy motels, no frills--t.v., bed, shower, sand, towels & bedding sticky from the salt air. We were back in the room, after a day on the beach. Already out of the shower, we had finished drying, and you went into the bedroom while I stayed in the bathroom to shave. When I came out, you were kneeling on top of the bed,...
Located within the heart of New Vhale, the academy of Vision is the pillar of combat arts and training within the world. The school boasts both vicious gladiators and renowned scientists, all nurtured in the confines of the beautiful campus. But no matter how beautiful the facade of the school is, the Fighter's Law will find a way to pervade it, as it does w...