Your name is Skarnoth Hasoman, the greatest Wizard in the history of Ragmora. A wizard full of not only infinite wisdom but giant reserves of mana. The millennia of wisdom collected in your library and brain allow you to control the world to your whim. You stand at the peak of the world but much like every newly appointed deity and god you grow tired of the...
(Author’s note: I’m going to try something weird here. The story is public and I’m going to try to be as hands off as possible, meaning I won’t post very many chapters. I’ll fix typos where I see them but the rest is up to ya’ll. Let’s see those imaginations work.) Chances are if you had any sort of childhood where “What ifs” took place you’ll have heard thi...
I know these stories are a dime a dozen but they're one of my favorite genres and I thought of this way of telling it with an interesting twist. I hope you like it. Any feedback would be great. There's a lot of ways I could take this one so just let me know. *** I met my husband nearly twenty years ago at a party some friends had thrown. He was standing in...
So guess what? You're a god. I know, right? It's pretty cool. Infinite power has a lot of perks. You can be whatever gender or species that you desire. You can go to any universe and do whatever the fuck you want. For example, you could go to world where high fantasy is the name of the game. You could be a brave dragon-slaying knight or a buxom princess with...
Since time immemorial the elder gods have drifted through the fabric of space and time, taking part in affairs that no mortal mind could comprehend. Whether by intention or accident they leave just a hint of their existence in every world they touch; and this is typically the extent to which any one of them has influence over the inhabitants of those worlds....
It was weird. I used to hate those women who were always checking themselves in the mirror; inspecting their hair; reviewing their make-up; examining their curves and cleavage. Get the fuck over yourself, I'd think. But on the day after we got back from vacation I found myself doing the exactly same thing. Well, not exactly the same thing. I was worse. I had...
A World of Womencraft story Malala woke up before her harem with the sudden urge to urinate. She had learned the trick to early rising from some friendly humes of the Southern Tribes. There were too many different subcultures among the humes of the Infinite Plains to correctly identify each one, so the entire collective was simply called the Southern Tribes...
While I generally leave anything referring to comic books or superheroes to my esteemed friend and colleague Rebekah Hendershot, author of Masks, I am now stepping in. Dear Disney, you own Marvel now. Have Joe Quesada walk the plank off the roof of 666 5th avenue. You can have Johnny Depp hold the sword that nudges him off, if you like. Why do I say that?...
Chapter 10: The Reckoning It was Thursday night, a study night. Dennis, the computer science junior, pulled the Hand Job Coupon out of his pocket. It was downloaded and printed out from his PC, and it said "Good for one Hand Job at any Super Sluts location on campus. No expiration date." He looked up at the voluptuous redheaded girl sitting at a desk near t...
The cuckoo bird lays her egg in the nest of another bird, who instinctively incubates the egg and raises the hatchling as her own. The French, with their inventive pornographic imagination, used the name of this bird to describe a husband who nurtures, as his own, the offspring resulting from a deposit in his nest by another man. Or a husband with that poten...