( side note, locusts are also able to imbue their “essence” onto soulless creatures, for example if a greed locust marked a lizard it could become a gold hoarding dragon, so on and so forth.) Garris wakes up, and looks around to take in his surroundings. He’s in a windowless wooden room, with barricades blocking a shabby door. He looks around to see a firepl...
****Disclaimer**** Given the nature of this story, I want to expressly state that all characters are over the age of 18 during the events of the story. Thomas "The Perv" Pervson sat in his secret lab waiting for his computer to finish analyzing his latest formula. He'd once been a medical examiner in New York City, but was fired from his job for se...
You sigh as you walk down the street, heading to your family's store. For four generations, your family has run 1 of the world's most prestigious auction houses. While there were many auction locations, there's also a storefront in downtown New York. You had wanted to get away from the family business, majoring in journalism at Columbia. However, after your...
"You guys are assholes. And not the good kind." - Xander, "Drawn Together" * I don't, on principle, swear often. My family doesn't do it that often, so I never grew up in the habit of littering choice, juicy words in my speech. Moreover, I'm not a confrontational person. In an argument, should there be an argument, I'm not going to be the one tossing aroun...
Chapter Three: The Mountain As promised, my father came to collect me just before dawn. The sun streaked across the sky in reds and oranges, colours so bright I thought they would surely scorch the earth. I closed my eyes against the brightness, and when I finally moved to open them again I was surrounded by the beauty of Mount Olympus. I had always believe...
Prologue It had almost been two years after the events that had transpired during the 4th Great Shinobi War. Naruto had been working tirelessly, with the help of various mentors, to achieve the rank of Jonin, but everybody knew at this point that he was Hokage elect. Although, there was no doubting his strength, far outstripping the reaches of the majority s...
What’s in a name? More than you might think, actually. Can you imagine if the hero in Raiders of the Lost Ark was named Kenny Miller instead of Indiana Jones? Or if Dorothy Gale had been Libby Lieberman? Whether you’re writing an erotic, intergenerational saga, or just a simple description of a sexual encounter, character names are important. They imbue y...
A branching story based on Misterdoe's Do Not Fondle The Merchandise. A edition is now reposted with an all-new ending on MagicMystique.com. Our opening chapter below is what we assume to be a note left for you by the story's narrator... To my fellow mundane humans--especially the men: It's a raw, well-worn cliche at this point to reference A.C.C.'s quote t...
Chloe stands in the centre of the room, attempting to explain, back straight, hands on head and increasingly uncertain as to how matters might proceed. Meanwhile her partner slowly paces around, an inquisitorial tone in his voice, a leather paddle in his hand. This isn't how Chloe has been expecting things to pan out. Hadn't she played the dutiful corporate...
To my fellow mundane humans--especially the men: It's a raw, well-worn cliche at this point to reference A.C.C.'s quote that "any sufficiently advanced technology is indistinguishable from magic"; I know. Thing is, that's the best way to describe what Femenalia is and how a human--even one living in the early 21st century--will experience the kind...