I had the munchies. I don't know and I don't care what they call it today; seems like almost everything I say today is 'so old school' that it is laughable. We used to call that passé' but even passé' is old school. Anyway, I had just smoked a bong of some primo shit; oh, let me guess, 'primo' is old school too. So, is calling my weed 'shit,' right? Noneth...
Jacob woke up again for the third time in the night. Breathing heavily as sweat poured off of him, he tried to calm down. The nightmares of swirling darkness tormented him now without abating in its cryptic message. Sitting up, he looked over at the clock. "Damn," he said out loud to himself at seeing the clock only read a little after four in red letters....
Crisp packets, empty cigarette cartons, scraps of paper, disposable coffee cups and other assorted detritus was blown along the grubby, grey street in the brilliant Spring morning sunshine as James hurried along in the same direction as the pirouetting litter. He too was being led by his own invisible winds; a breeze of turmoil had compelled him to Alexande...
Chapter Two - The Inner Sanctum September 1984 Charles lived with the veiled threat made by Robert Fellows that he knew Charles' secret, whatever that meant; but Robert didn't bring it up again over the ensuing days and Charles was just too busy to ruminate over it as the days turned into weeks. Besides the hours he devoted to class and studies, his comp...
Original Story: Scipio Continuation: RogueAlan This addition with predominant story development and writing by Lope50 Chapter 17 D: With a Little Help From My Friends Driving back to the city, Chris was lost in thought. His 5 inch dick was getting hard again reliving the last hour and a half. In fact he had started getting excited as soon as he heard Kelly...
Chapter 1: How the Program works - exam, selection, installation, observation and accessories The Headmaster of exclusive Ansonia Academy was sitting by the fireplace in the Faculty Lounge with his younger colleague from a sister prep school in New England. They were drinking sherry at tea time, alone. In his mid-forties, the Headmaster was wiry, with stiff...
A NIGHTMARE REBORN: FREDDY VS. JASON 2 CHAPTER 01 BASED UPON CHARACTERS CREATED BY: WES CRAVEN: A Nightmare on Elm Street VICTOR MILLER: Friday the 13th JOHN CARPENTER: Halloween EDITED BY: Miriam Belle CREATIVE CONSULTANT: Sean Renaud, Tessa Alexander and Miriam Belle AUTHOR'S NOTE: This story takes place after "Freddy vs. Jason," but before the...
The following material is protected under the copyright laws of the United States of America. This work may not be distributed for profit, in any form, without the written permission of the author or his agent. * * * * * Saturday morning, a warm spring day in San Jose. Ann rolled over and rubbed her warm naked body against her husband's back. Her nipples w...
Everyone in this fantasy is over eighteen years of age. If I unwittingly upset Muslim sensibilities in any way, I should point out that I am not a Christian, or anything else! It is a work of pure fantasy, and continues the story beginning with part 1. When, alter my first appearance in public, I got back to Madrid, I felt quite well rested. Sam had shown...
The dusky graveyard had been torn apart and emptied. Its ancient tombstones were cracked and toppled, its rusted gates broken off the hinges. The ground was freshly dug and churned so that massive piles of dirt bordered the dozens of previously undisturbed graves. Every moldy coffin had been cracked open, and every vine-covered tomb had been ransacked, but n...