Author's Note: Here is the third chapter of Tales from the Soiled Dove. It is a continuation of Chapter 2, and I hope you all enjoy it. Work is progressing slowly on Elfish Descent, but it is progressing. I've got probably two and a half chapters done. I don't have as much time to write as I did with Rebellion, but I am making steady progress at least. ****...
Edited by Silverman * Danika arrived at the entrance of one of the caves that spread across the hills of Montana. She was an amateur geologist and knew that there were plenty of pictographs inside the caves of the area. She had walked all day and it was getting dark. This was her last chance to find something before heading back to the cabin she rented for...
The sun gently stroked his face as Brad woke up. He rolled himself out of bed, his ass still burning from the night before. As he made his way to the bathroom he realized it was late by the empty dorm, and worried he was late for class. Between the empty dorm and the warm sun beaming in through the bathroom window he reckoned it had to be late afternoon. A...
Judith sat cross-legged on the floor with her cloak arranged over her shoulders. The stone floor of the sunken church scratched at her bare rump. It was a microcosm of the pickling she felt on the inside. Her face burned with a heat that had nothing to do with the torches. If she looked like she wanted to crawl into a hole out of embarrassment, Luca looked...
The Nun from the Mansion by Brother Biggun If only the windows of that mansion could tell tales of what they had seen! Such stories would cause maidens to blush, women to go weak at the knees, mature ladies to have a fit of the vapours; lads would grin cheekily, gentlemen would tremble to their core, grown men would shiver their timbers. Reader, I have hea...
"This was a really stupid idea." Millie complained again, but only someone within three paces of her would've heard her. She kept her voice down, Paula knew, because in spite of the uncomfortable surroundings, the mosquitoes and oppressive heat that assailed them as their group sloshed their way through the swamp, the unending fog that made the days shorte...
Calina looked directly ahead of her at the massive cave opening boring directly into the side of a mountain that she stood before. It was 70 ft tall and 100 ft wide at least, in the shape of a semi-circle. It was made of strange black rock with a wavy, uneven surface, and was covered in thin layer of some sort of glimmering slime. The cave began slightly lev...
********** At the end of this story, please vote and leave a comment for the author. If you wish for the story to continue, please let me know. ********** The forest was eerily quiet. The creatures of the night seemed to know that evil was amidst and stayed in their hidden lairs. The moon, full and luminescent, shone through the canopy of tall, wicked tre...
These following stories will be writing part in the first person where Harm and Mac speak about their past affairs and past in the third person where their stories unfold as they occurred. ***** Harm and Mac finished dinner and seeing it was Saturday night, they still had time for a few more stories of their checkered pasts. Harm was next and as Mac put aw...
AUTHOR'S NOTE: The following is a sequel to my story 'Haunted Sex House'. It is a supernatural horror story, with elements of nonconsent, bisexuality, incest, and some character deaths. All characters are 18 or older. ***** Tim walked across the grey concrete plaza, shoulders hunched up, trying to protect himself from the cold late-October wind that swept...