Note: Hi. This is my first ever piece of writing so I hope it's not too lame. I've left it on a cliff-hanger because I really wanted to get some feedback before I kept writing... so any comments you may have would be much appreciated! Thanks Oh yeah- All characters aged 18 or over... -------------------------------------------- Her heart stopped. As she...
Letter 8 Sunday Dear V I am not dead or jealous, just angry. I am going to punish you in this letter, and myself too for being angry when I have no right to be. You cannot help your travels, but I am royally pissed anyway. Last night I did something I do not like to do. Neither do you. We will both suffer by my telling of it. It seems appropriate. I made...
Three months ago, a miracle happened in the morgue of a small midwestern town—a man who was found dead the night before suddenly awoken. Somehow death had deemed it high time to take a vacation and in his absence, the souls of the damned seemingly went looked for their bodies. Unfortunately for the diener who was working that day the man who returned from th...
The sounds of our passion are bombarding your senses. The loud thumping of the bed board, the smack of our sweat soaked skin making and breaking contact over and over with growing rapidity, the increasing length and height of your own harsh breathing, moans, and quiet screams. My sonorous deep voice whispers encouragement to you as I thrust harder and deeper...
Hello, everybody! This is a little side project I thought I'd try out to flex my creative muscle. I've always been somewhat fascinated with ENF and ENM stories, but I've never written any of my own! That's going to change, through. The concept is simple. You create a character that finds themself in a situation where all of their worldly possessions are lost...
Writer's note: To research...dialogue grammar rules. ~ ~ ~ "I don't like children." As he described, his clothes are all black. There's usually a cool print on his t-shirt, like a funky rainbow. Long and well-fitting pants, beanie, light-colored muffler. Strands of night-colored hair...is it dyed? Baby faced, fair skin, warm blue eyes...expressive. Oh, a...
This is the fourth chapter in a series. Although it can be read on it's own, parts of the story may make more sense when read in order. Thank you for reading and I hope you enjoy. * Unseleigh! Was it just a word? Was it an ideology? Were they really monsters? Laslie shook his head in frustration. He sat on the edge of the bed with his forehead in his hands...
Art, part two. Ch. 10 Art has a frightening experience. Our next stop was a hair salon where apparently they had both male and female customers. A majority of the customers and attendant's were little people. I don't see the connection between height and hair, but maybe it's just a matter of being more comfortable among their own. Lisa must have called ahe...
I'd always been small for my age, a trait I inherited from my mother. She was positively tiny, and I barely reached her height and didn't grow much more beyond it. While it made her indescribably cute, being so small didn't fit me as a male. My father left when I was still in second grade and mom married Jim, my step-dad, just before my 12th birthday. If sh...
Claudio Dusk found me waiting in a concrete park on the edge of the touristic center of Como. So did he. He was taller than I expected him to be and he wore a vintage sport coat with patches on the elbows. Across a window table at the bar he'd chosen, we spoke eloquently for a time about the things we had written and dreamt of writing. I sipped a whiskey...