This story inspired by the writings of MonikerSmith and XXXecil. Chapter 8 -- Mother! Lilith stirred, the sun was shining through her window directly onto her face. Still half asleep, she brought her arm over her eyes to block it's glare. A loud slurping sound came from between her legs. Lilith moaned and said, "That's goooood master." A female giggle came...
Once back in the house, returned to her work redesigning the house. With some consideration, she did two separate sets of drawings. The next day, she went up to the Keep, saluting guards along the way. "Hello, Elunara. What brings you up my way?" "I finally finished the plans for either redoing my house, or rebuilding it altogether. Since I never bother...
The Changed made everything more difficult than things had to be. Like zombies, the Changed were creatures that eat the flesh of humans. Only they themselves were human. No one knew why or how the Changed became what they are, but we know enough to fear them. The Changed are humans with a stunted brain, or at least that's what I think. They can communicate w...
Sitting in the sea foam green kitchen of Ed and Lorraine Clearwater Father Leo Aviles sat quietly and drank his coffee. Wearing his roman collar on a short sleeved black shirt, his dark muscular arms, youthful face and tousle of black hair made him seem more like a kid than a Priest. He had known Ed and Lorraine for over ten years, as they were regular commu...
Chapter Three Thonos blinked his eyes; the garden lay deserted, but he watched for a time as a cat crept about, looking for a place to lie down, perhaps looking for one of the streams or pools of water to drink from. Thonos never slept now B the Malavide did not need a great deal of sleep anyway, and as they grew older their need for sleep vanished complet...
The character SweetWitch/Molly Wens was used with permission of the author. As far as I know, DanielleKitten has never written a novella called "The Soul's Abyss." But if she did, I'm sure it would be excellent. * I managed to ignore the phone the first two times that it rang, on the theory that it must have been a wrong number. Anyone who knew me, anyone...
Carmen Sorrento wanted me to fuck her. Naturally, I wanted the same thing. We sealed the deal on my purple futon. Sold to me by a fellow with an uncanny resemblance to the fucker who successfully coveted my wife Monica, both men shared the same olive complexion, busy moustaches and wavy black hair. Unfortunately, lots of hard looking and edgy men, men of a c...
For the life of him, Roland did not know what had possessed him to stray so far from the cities: seeking work in this backwater hamlet, a day's travel from the nearest city and with a smell that reminded him of rotting custard. He stared impassively at the increasingly hysterical town Reeve, who gestured and gesticulated to him in comically humorous ways the...
This story is fictional, and involves two characters that stand in for me now and then. I arrived at the airport at least an hour before the flight. Partly habit, but partly nerves, I have to admit. I didn't really know how I was going to do with this, didn't know what to say. All I knew is that I had to be there. Some weird logic told me that it was suppo...
There is much in this world that the narrow human psyche cannot encompass. From the time they snapped their backs into an upright stance and strode forth from the jungles to the wide plains, humans have been assiduously paring down the world to match their view of it. Those poor mongrels near enough to their own species to be almost-but-not-quite right were...