The white SUV rolled to a stop at the end of the long driveway nestled amidst the green rolling hills. At its end sat a sprawling ancient mansion, covered in vines and terraced balconies, with spires, towers, and buttresses jutting out at odd intervals in a way that almost made it seem a castle. The car door opened, and Gina Nicholson stepped out to stare at...
There are several stories out there involving living clothes but I want to leave this open to allow many collective authors to be as creative as possible. For example, you can write a story about clothes simply coming to life and stripping their wearer, leaving them nude and embarrassed or maybe the living clothes forces someone to wear them and turns them i...
I was sitting at my computer when my girlfriend draped her arms around me. "Hey, babe," I said. “Welcome home.” She climbed up one side of the recliner I was in and plopped on my lap. "Hey yourself," she said. "Still working?" "Not really," I replied, pushing away the laptop and facing her. "Just answering a few e...
Lady shadow tried to maintain a solemn mien, but she her smile kept sneaking up on her lips. Shana knocked politely on the parlor door. "Excuse me Mistress, General Darial reports that the grounds and mansion are clear of bog mimics." "Is there any report on our casualties?" 'Lyssa asked. Shana nodded briskly. "We have confirmed 30 of our staff and visito...
I'm not a big enough creep to stare and drool or follow a nice booty around...but if it happens to be in front of me, of course I'm going to look. But on this fateful day, I happened to be on an elliptical behind the wrong booty (or, I suppose, the right one, depending on your penchant for being objectified by objects). I watch her in her black leggings, ste...
Her name was Illica. At least, that was the abbreviated version. The original she had cut down included a lot of noises I wasn't sure I could make. Illica was a sweet sounding name, betraying not in the least the demon lounging across the room. I consider myself a tall guy at 6'1", but she was slightly taller and more muscular than I was. Honestly, besides t...
Caitlin Forscutt to all observers, seemed to be the perfect innocent schoolgirl. Intelligent, quiet and reserved, Caitlin didn’t go out of her way to attain high-school popularity but neither was she ostracized as a loser. She didn’t go looking for male attention, but it found her anyway. For many sensitive young men, she was their first unrequited love. Cai...
I am writing this for woman, in the hopes that it will foster a greater understanding of us, the other sex of the species that crude and dimwitted biped you know as man. I know that women, all women, secretly believe that all men are somehow brain-damaged, just as all men secretly believe that women are at the heart of things like alcoholism and mental illn...
[This is another tribute to Star Trek, starting where the first story left off. I have borrowed unashamedly from the original episode "City in the Sky", because Leonard Nimoy has such a memorable line in that episode. I have also borrowed from E E Smith's classic "Lensman" series of sci-fi books – and see if you can spot where I have saluted "Barbarella" and...
This was it, it was his last day to see the world as it is. Too bad he won't be able to appreciate what his victory would bear, if they would be victorious at all. Samrah looks at the early morning stars and prays to his god. He wept for his life but knew that this was something he had to do, to be able to serve a greater purpose... soon, the lady of his hea...