When young Nicholas regained consciousness, he found himself standing in the middle of a white room. Pure white. Whiter than an Apple store, he thought. He was standing naked wearing only a hospital gown that was made of paper. His entire body felt sore from the previous rounds with the aliens and their tentacles that had bound and slurped and obscenely str...
Hi all! Here is the next chapter of part 3! New to HFHM? I write these posts as chapters, so you should start at Chapter 1 if you want to know what is going on. Returning? Great to see you again! I love the community of readers here at Lit for being so supportive and I plan to keep putting HFHM here as long as you keep encouraging me to write it! Don't fo...
Epilogue: Lost Angel She slid her hand through his, holding onto him tightly. The sun warmed her skin, and slight breeze cooled her down. Her wings rustled. "So what did he say?" He meant her father. She'd asked him about the time differences between here and wherever the hell she was before. "He's never been to where Petiro lives. But he said that, where...
Leanne Alistair woke up in her beautiful apartment in Kanata, Ontario, and smiled. For the first time in ages she felt truly happy. The petite, blonde-haired and blue-eyed, fortysomething beauty gazed at the young man who lay next to her. Esteban Voltaire was still asleep. The big and tall, dark-skinned Afro-Caribbean stud from the Dominican Republic hugged...
My memory of the events of the past few weeks are still a little foggy. I am sitting here in a room which very much resembles the inside of a meat locker. The walls and ceiling comprise of a silver metallic alloy that were always cold. The door is all glass with the same metallic alloy framing the glass but no door handle on the inside, most likely to keep m...
Maria Wilson checked herself once more in the mirror of her rundown efficiency apartment. From her reflection she could see the small toddler mattress that she curled up on at night laying in the corner. It was the only piece of furniture in the room. Her spare set of clothes was stuffed into a large Wal-Mart bag. As for her own reflection. She had tied he...
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I awake with dirt on my face and crisp brown leaves crunching beneath me. I roll over and face the full moon overhead, beaming down bright light and illuminating the sparse trees standing all around me. I stand, sway slightly to the left, over my recently injured calf. Okay, think. I've got to get out of here. I focus my hearing. There is running water and...
They say that some people see the trees, and other people see the forest. It's a metaphor for how you see life -- some people are detail-oriented and others like to look at the bigger picture. Me? I see neither the forest nor the trees. I see... the wood. Every knothole, every line becomes something in my eyes: this one an armoire, this one a dressing table...
Once upon a time there lived a kinky girl, a very kinky girl indeed, named, well never mind her real name, her chosen nick for play was "Cinderella", for reasons which will become apparent later. Cinderella lived in a polyamorous family with an assortment of bdsm proclivities with her "Daddy" (a switch - top to Cinderella and bottom to his Domme to whom he...