A single, lonely road divided through the dark forest of Notzuchtwald, and on that single, lonely road travelled a single, lonely horse-drawn carriage. Most travelers went to great pains to avoid the dark tangled labyrinth that was Notzuchtwald, for it was a famous haunt of bandits, outlaws, and (if superstition was to be believed) of vampires and ogres. Onl...
Soooooo, this story was supposed to be up before Valentine's Day but, ya know, life happens. Anyways, here's your-not-so-typical V-Day story about two people who aren't really looking for love but end up finding it, of course. So, maybe it is a typical love story, who knows. Anyways, enjoy! -E P.S. I knoooow all of my stories feature horror movies as the...
Daisy leaned back in the bath tub and tipped her beer can up to her lips. The bitter brew rushed down her throat and drowned the butterflies in her stomach. She had no reason to be nervous. It wasn't like this would be her first time with a stranger. She was twenty three years old and had been with a lot of men since her freshman year of high school. Hell,...
The warmth from outside was felt in here, in the lounge. I was sitting at one of the tables, waiting for my drink to arrive. There were several tables and the bar itself was small. The tables were quite spread out, but the bar itself was crowded, even without customers. I think there was only one person at the bar. A couple was sitting at a nearby table, qui...
© 2017 by Thrillerauthor CHICAGO 1988 The middle-aged woman glanced at the full-length mirror on the back of her closet door. Her brown pencil skirt just covered her knees, above still-shapely legs shimmering in sheer nylon stockings. The neck of her patterned blouse was graced by a triple strand of pearls, and the brown jacket which matched her skirt com...
Author's Note: This is my story, I wrote it, stealing is lame. If you don't like it, don't read it. Feel free to anonymously comment with any errors you find, and I will feel free to call you an asshole. Thanks for any votes, feedback, or favorites; Hope you enjoy: ***** "I feel like I know you." Some aspect of her tugged at his imagination, his memory,...
Doug and Nicky lay back on the scruffy sofa, both in their post-coital glow. This had been a most surprising afternoon. They had first met earlier that day over Doug's memorabilia and bric-a-brac stall as Nicky, a Community Police Officer, strolled around her new patch. It had been a chance meeting which developed into a wonderfully erotic encounter thanks,...
Thank you loyal followers and welcome new readers. If you like what you read please VOTE and COMMENT. I love to know the stories are appreciated. All characters are over 18 years of age. All players are consenting adults. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - THE BEACH BOY Max had been walking for hours... well technically he'd been walking for we...
In the middle of the night, Becky sits up quickly in bed. Rubbing sleepy eyes to clear them, her ears tune to the silence of the night and strain to hear whatever it is that awakened her. There is nothing but stillness and absolute silence. Not even the tiniest chirp from a cricket. All too familiar—this nightly ritual—every night for the past week or so be...
Gina's log. 3218 hours to Earth orbit. Still no clue as to the android's real purpose, or how to discover said purpose without damaging it. He responds to some voice commands, but rarely speaks. I have no idea how to get him to listen to me consistently. No wonder he was crafted in a male form. Have spent the last 1014 hours studying the books on robotics av...