A NIGHTMARE REBORN: FREDDY VS. JASON 2 CHAPTER 05 BASED UPON CHARACTERS CREATED BY: Wes Craven: A Nightmare on Elm Street Victor Miller: Friday the 13th John Carpenter: Halloween Victor Salva: Jeepers Creepers Clive Barker: Candyman, Hellraiser CREATIVE CONSULTANTS: Sean Renaud, Tessa Alexander and Miriam Belle EDITOR: Miriam Belle AUTHOR'S NOT...
Ealasaid did not know how long she had been in isolation. Food only came through the hatch in the door every few days, each time it was rotting the stench causing her empty stomach to roll but after what felt like weeks she was too hungry to care. She had vomited, the food refusing to stay down for more than a moment and now her stomach cramped. She curled...
Author's Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age. As always, I need to thank, Stylus and Madison (ThanatopicFolds) my cool editors. If you spot any issues with grammar, it's because the editing came from Down Under where beer does flow and men chunder, so it's all good. Chapters 7&8 were supposed to be...
Hi guys! So sorry for the long wait. Third chapter! A new milestone (although everything is a milestone for me, so). I had fun writing this, as I feel this will set the story's general direction more firmly - but it also took me oh so long. So sorry for that, I hope it's worth the wait. Once again, I do apologize for the errors that made it past my mediocr...
1 You are my trickster angel, my sheep in wolves' clothing, my dark temptress, with wicked, wicked hands and sweet, gentle mouth, you drive me to my uttermost distraction. There is the barrier, the angry open sea that keeps me from getting to shore. Then you, my rock; so slippery in the crashing waves. I grip your jagged slopes, and I slip, but you remain;...
They'll do it every time. Ain't that the way it goes. Clint wasn't quite clear on the meaning of irony—Nat had tried to explain it, but it kept seeming to mean just about everything. But he was real clear on the other thing. That feeling when you just knew how something would go and it went and was gone that way, dead-center, bullseye, not off by a fraction...
*A secret story I've had for awhile, but was saving for release this Halloween.* * He could still hear her moaning; from just outside the bathroom door, where he had sealed himself, he could hear the gleeful grunts and ribald snarls of his latest conquest. It wasn't supposed to be this way, of course. He had taken precautions; or...thought he did. Clencing...
The expurgated parts of Gulliver's Travels Copyright Oggbashan January 2004; Chapter 6 April 2009; Minor edit to produce as a continuous story April 2017. The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work. This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not...
~~Eric~~ Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck. He clutched the small woman against his body, tight enough so he could keep running, but there was no hiding that she was bleeding on him. Her blood was soaking through his suit and onto his skin. Each labored breath he took filled his lungs with the smell of it; and the smell was so damn famliar. Blood, life, from this...
Laurel rubbed her temples and stared at the monitor through bleary eyes, numbers and figures and tables swimming before her. Seven years. Seven years she'd sat at this desk and entered figures into this terminal while the cubicles around her emptied and filled once again as the men and women moved on. Really, it was mostly the men that were transferred up or...