FOREWORD Hello Dearest Reader. Menoetes here. You may be groaning at the appearance of yet another new story from me but fear not, Bravest Reader, for this is not a long-form tale. It is not here to distract from my many other in-progress writing projects. This is just somewhere I can drop those short, steamy, mind-control story ideas that get stuck in my he...
Tom squinted nervously through the blinds out into the street again. It still seemed pretty clear but it had been for almost half an hour now. At this point he had to admit to himself that he was just stalling. Behind him, his younger sisters Jessica and Britney sat on the couch watching the television with despondent gazes. The news was playing and none of...
This story is a tribute to an original story piece called ‘Alien to Ambition’ written by The Greyman and published on both TheOverflowingBra website and his DeviantArt account (http://mrgreyman.deviantart.com/). Many of the characters in it and universe they inhabit are completely his creation and all credit goes to him for it. I just hope I and my fellow co...
This story is a tribute to an original story piece called ‘Alien to Ambition’ written by The Greyman and published on both TheOverflowingBra website and his DeviantArt account (http://mrgreyman.deviantart.com/). Many of the characters in it and universe they inhabit are completely his creation and all credit goes to him for it. I just hope I and my fellow co...
A particularly sadistic gust of wind seems intent on mugging you for your hat, coat and satchel bag as you wrestle a door open to claim sanctuary from it's grabby, phantasmal fingers in the musty confines of Uncle Pete's Wonderful World of Comics and Collectables. Cursing loudly as the wind whips around catching the door and pushing it bodily back into you m...
Cole jogged through the campus, clutching a satchel bag and checking his phone for directions. He was running late… again, and wasn’t it just his luck that the gallery unveiling of his prize-winning canvas was being held on the grounds of some obscure private institute on the far side of town? How had it come to this? Cole was serious about his craft—a devot...
Alec was bored. He was fed up with his family, tired of their constant company, their inane ooohs and aaahs... oh and he desperately needed to pee. To drain the dragon. Leak the lizard. Walk the snake or even (as the locals might say) "shake hands with the vicar." It had been an hour and a half bus ride from London out to Christ Church and if his t...
"What I'm trying to say," Demeter shouted after Persephone, "is that he's behaved quite differently since Eumolpus died. Usually he's here more often." She quickened her pace and muttered under her breath. "Too often..." Persephone strode paces ahead of her mother through the ripened field, saying nothing. The autumn sundown winds whipped past them, rising...
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