Dear Professor, I'm posting this letter on Literotica, because I know I'll never have the guts to send it to you directly. I doubt you'll ever read it on here, but at least, I'll feel much better knowing you might eventually come across this letter, one day, when I'm gone far far away. For the past three years, the three years I've spent at the University,...
"Ken. Is it alright if I ask for you to remove these wings?" I snapped out of my daze and tilted my head slightly. "Do you not like them?" "Oh, I do. Truly. Unfortunately, they are a bit cumbersome." "Alright. I wish you no longer had wings." She nodded once and we both watched as the wings shrunk down and into her back. Once they were gone, she climbe...
by Kestral, the original author of this chapter. (_NOTE: _Ifa writer would like to use this chapter to make a story other than one that makes Nabiki a sex slave, go to Tenchi Universe, also on CHYOA.) “Yeah, right, like this’d work,” Ranma said. That he’d taken the battered old brass lamp to the most secluded place he knew of (the top of the Flem building -...
"Witnessed" I hear said behind me. So simple a word. So very simple a word to end a man's life with. Swallowing I feel the tight cord biting at my Adam's apple. Looking out over the crowd I wish they would hurry with the hood. I don't want to see these faces looking at me anymore. I'll still have to hear the voices. "Ya going to dance for us?" one calls o...
"Keep it down loser! I have an exam in the morning and I'd prefer if you didn't keep me up all night." Your stepsister Tanya shouted at you from the door to your room, dressed in nothing but a towel, her long brown hair matted down from her shower. She was 2 years older than you, and went to the local college for English. She was also a total bitch...
"And another box gone," Jack muttered to himself, putting the heavy box aside. "Only what, a billion more boxes to go?" The silent storage unit didn't respond, but Jack nonetheless felt like the sweltering box was mocking him. It was in the mid 80s outside, a lovely summer day. But inside this metal hell the temperature was hovering in the high 90s. Jacks' s...
***Monday's Child is fair of face, Tuesday's Child is full of grace, Wednesday's Child is full of woe, Thursday's Child has far to go, Friday's Child is loving and giving, Saturday's Child works hard for a living but the Child born on the Sabbath Day is fair and wise and good and gay.*** It looked like an ordinary well. Quaint but quite ordinary. An oak-pan...
Author's note: This story was written with the original '60's TV version in mind. I know the show was a joke in and of itself. A few hours and beverages of my choice produced this story. It's meant for a chuckle. I hope you enjoy it. Kirk ****************** "...Last time as you recall, Professor Robinson was sleeping one off after eating some bad mushroo...
{Introduction} This Journal Belongs To: Laurel Lillian St. Bradford It was there in the shadowy corners of my mind that I first saw him. At first I merely thought him a fragment of my imagination, but over time, he became more. He now prowls arrogantly through my dreams...dreams of desires I had no idea I had ever wanted or even dared to try. Things that...
************************************************* Copyright Oggbashan May 2003/October 2013 The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work. This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons. ***...