FIRST CONTACT Oedipus "Fast Eddie" Cronejammer felt the icy wind against his neck as he waited for the transport vehicle. So far he had waited 20 minutes, and nothing. He leaned back against the side of the deserted shop, which was composed of crumbling red bricks and a broken picture window featuring decapitated manikins - in other words about what you mig...
Authors Note: This is a chapter in this series primarily based in BDSM practises. If that is not to your tastes please stop reading and find one of the other wonderful stories on this site more suited to your kink. Thank you once again to everyone who leaves comments and feedback on my writing, it is much appreciated. ~ellie * Bella hung from a series of c...
FRIDAY Layla couldn't remember the last time she'd made her bed when the sheets weren't still warm from being freshly cleaned. Her bed was only ever made from whenever she put them on until she pulled them out from their tucked position to wrap in them like a big cozy worm. With all the huge beds Selena had in her house, even with two people in them, and n...
Ravenna933 edited this story, but she also made some suggestions that were crucial to the plot development in this chapter. The previous chapter's conclusion made a natural endpoint of that branch of the story. I have never written a multi-chapter story arc before, and I wasn't sure where to go next after that. She helped me find a way out of the cul-de-sac...
They say that romance has become a lost art, but art only becomes lost when it becomes artwork. Nowadays, machines do all the work, that makes men lazy. Could it be romance is dead because it's too much work not to be primitive? Too bad machines can't do the work of romance... *** The first thing Virus did when she got home was thump on the air condition...
Dear Readers, First let me apologize for the long delay in submitting this chapter. Real life obligations have kept me very busy, leaving little to no time for thought or work on this story. It has, however, calmed down and I am now able to dedicate most of my free time to it, and as such I sincerely hope to have the next (and possibly last?) chapter writte...
Authors note: Hello everyone. I am struggling to find time and motivation to write at present. While I will endeavour to stick to my self-imposed schedule please bear with me during April, always a busy time in my family and circle of friends. I am, as always, grateful to David and Kate for being my second sets of eyes. I hope those of you who enjoy this se...
A tremor crawled up his leg. It made his knees tremble before it disappeared under the flaring hem of his dress where it touched his bare cheek and danced up his spine - to choke his throat. "It's okay," a girl's voice whispered. *** October found its way to Norton's Academy of Excellence. It colored the leaves of the ancient trees before autumn wind...
Micah looked down at his phone and was surprised to see his good friend Jessica calling. It was 11:30 at night and he was just getting ready for bed as he caught up on some Sportscenter, as he lounged on his bed in his room, which was located in the back of a house that he rented from. The home was a beautiful two-story craftsman in an old neighborhood near...
(This new ending picks up toward the end of a story by me titled "Tricia Rides First Class". I wasn't satisfied with the original version, so have revised it here. It now ties in with other short stories I've written under my pseudonym tribalsurf. Hope you enjoy this addition!) * "Grab your coat and the drinks and follow me, sugar britches," I laughed. "I'...