Shella awoke to a sickening crunching noise and heavy rain rattling the windows of her cabin. "What tha hell?" Shella muttered to herself and she looked out the window. Fierce drops of rain slammed themselves against the glass panes, and Shella could hear the howling of the wind outside shake the panes of glass. "What tha hell?!" Shella exclaimed, and threw...
Author's Note: This story contains adult content. Do not read if you are under the age of 18. Additionally, this is not an accurate representation of slavery or non-consensual sex at all, as it exists in a fantasy setting. Non-consensual sex/sexual acts and sex slavery in real life is highly immoral and illegal, and I do not condone such acts. All characters...
Her name was Lily. There was a day when she had to use the bathroom and tinkle worse than anyone else ever, and tried very hard to find a proper place to go. The question (and story) is did she make it, or have an accident? Lily awoke that morning and had gotten up out of bed to start her day. She picked up a copy of her Morning To-Do List. It had several t...
Angela Rivers had gotten so used to sleeping alone, that feeling the bare touch of another person's hand on her skin jolted her awake. She saw Judith sleeping peacefully beside her and felt at ease. The two of them had been going steady for the last couple weeks, and this was the first time Angela had spent the night at Judith's. She felt even calmer looking...
Hey, Everyone. You've noticed by now that posting my stories have become infrequent of late. I'm a college undergrad, so I don't get to post like I used to. But even though I get called away by classes and stuff, I will finish this story. I plan for this story to last probably for a good year. When I have time I will try to write more than one chapter a week...
Author's Note: My spiritual mother, Colonel Marina Raskova, founder of 588th Night Bomber Regiment -- what the Germans in WW2 called "Die Nachthexen," the "Night Witches" -- once asked me, "what is the purpose of prose if not poetry?" She delighted in French Avant-garde theater, Dada art, surrealistic verse, and so do I. If stream of consciousness bores you,...
Sorry for such a long delay. I can go on a long list of what kept me from writing, but ya'll want a story not my excuse. After this submission there will be at least a 2-3 week delay in the next submission. I'm sorry >_ Standing at the stove was Nicholas smoking a blunt while fixing himself an overly large sandwich with some Doritos. Lily just stood there i...
Lily stared at herself hard in the mirror. "Fuck," she spat, "fuck, fuck, fuck..." What had she done? She loved Martin. She wanted to be with Martin. Martin was a good man. How could she have done such a horrible, horrible thing to Martin? "Fuck..." She hadn't even wanted a hen do, but Evie and Rebecca had insisted and it seemed a harmless enough thing t...
Before you begin, we would like to note that this is the 7th, and last, part of a story that began with "Shella", and continued through the Black Pearl stories Unity, Plancti, Yrkala, Ochia, and Aurum. You may read them if you wish, but you do not need to. The growth present in the story is not so much the characters' as it is the author's. * * * The hea...
Sam Royal scrubbed the parts of his body just as he had been instructed, washing his face, hands and privates before splashing a little water under his arms and then drying off while looking at his reflection in the mirror. Sam felt every bit of his 51 years, although that wasn't the way he felt when he was in this very same bathroom a few hours ago. At tha...