If you don't know what a snowball story is, read this: https://prestoplans.com/snowball-writing-collaborative-writing-activity/ This works somewhat like Image Inspiration Chapters. However, after someone writes a chapter, someone else has to continue that story with another chapter. Try to end each chapter open-ended. Note: Stories with an asterisk * have no...
May 2, 1945 Leni had been in the basement a long time. She thought this might be the seventh or eighth night. Maybe, she thought, maybe the battle would end soon. She lived with her mother in the center of Berlin in an old, empire style apartment near the large park called the Tiergarten. Her father, even though too old for war, had been drafted by the Volk...
(For the story to this time, please read Leni's Ordeal: Berlin 1945) ***** The small farm bordered the river not far from Havelsee. Helmut kept his barge tied to a small wharf there, living off the trade in potatoes and cabbage between the Havel and starvation stricken, Russian occupied Berlin, 100 kilometers to the east. World War 2 had ended only a few d...
(For the story to this time, please read Leni's Ordeal Chapter 01: Berlin 1945 and Leni's Ordeal Chapter 02: Havelsee) "A countess this time, hey Harry?" his uncle teased him. Young Captain Lord Harry Balfour sat wearily in the library of his uncle's requisitioned house in Gatow noting that, despite the early hour, Sir Randall Macloskie perched wide awake...
Leni raced down the empty corridors and stairs; the dungeon was buried deep in the bowels of the castle. The walls went from white to a dingy grey as she descended the last staircase. It was dark, wet, and cold. Kieran must be miserable she thought. She listened and heard a guard coming towards her. She didn't want to kill anyone, but she had nowhere to hide...
Leni walked off the field with Kieran at her side. "What am I going to do with a wife who could kill me?" he playfully asked. "Never irritate me." she smiled wide as Kieran laughed. She thought of how he'd pleased her the night before and wondered if she should allow him to do it again. It was enjoyable but, it had no deeper meaning for her. She sighed and...
Leni brushed the large bay horse and hummed to herself. The dirt and loose hair drifted in the breeze, unfortunately right into her face. She blew her breath out in a sigh and wiped her brow with the dingy apron that hung around her slender waist. Some of the dirt stuck to her forehead but she didn't care. She tucked a stray strand of her red hair back into...
A tall man named Leni walks into a bar he's dressed in all black. a trench coat buttoned tightly, black boots, gloves, a round brimmed hat, pulled over he's eyes. He's that mysterious guy, you just want to find out more about but you scared of him. He slices through the nobodies. Almost every woman's head is turned. He buys a beer and gulps. The mood is chan...
Meine Name ist Leni und ich bin seit zwei Monaten 18 Jahre alt. Ich bin ein geiler, junger Feger wie man wohl sagen würde. Mit meinem goldblonden Haaren, der zierlichen Figur bin ich wohl sehr attraktiv für Männer. Leider ist mein Busen eher klein, aber das scheint nicht zu stören. Vor einiger Zeit hatte ich einen Sexchat entdeckt, wo ich immer dann mein Lu...
She woke just after dawn; the first thing she saw was a stone ceiling. She sat up and was surprisingly not in any pain, her head didn't even hurt. She lifted the sheet and saw her smooth stomach marked by a scar, she pressed on it lightly and it felt as if she'd had it her whole life. She sighed with relief. Wren was sprawled on the foot of the bed as if he...