Elizabeth here; here's another succubus story with some mind control elements and soul stuff. Enjoy! Danny sat down on Bianca's red living room couch as she handed him a fancy red pen and put a stack of stapled papers on the gold-trimmed mahogany coffee table. He didn't put much effort into his own appearance, but he was proud of his short, messy brown hair...
"Hey Sara, do you wanna see a show when we are in Sydney next week? I found something I think you might like." "What is it what is it?" "Hahahaha wait and see Sarah, wait and see." "OK whatevs." I thought about all the possible shows that might be on next week, musicals, plays, what was he thinking. One thing for sure it will probably be fun. So, Tuesd...
A woman scorned will often seek avenues of release for frustration. Though she isn't ordinary woman, Melina is no different. Special thanks to volunteer editor stbkvln! *** Chapter 8 A cloud of dry splinters shot into the air as the massive limb came free, cracking deeply and reverberating like a thunderbolt off the neighboring trees. Melina's furio...
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the movies or characters from the "Cabin Fever" franchise. All "Cabin Fever" movies and their characters belong to their respective owners. I don't make any money from the writing of this story. Comments/Kudos are appreciated. ***** "Thanks man," Paul said as he exchanged a fifty for the two heavy plastic bags the deliveryma...
Most people don't like a person to change. They compliment someone for 'being himself.' But isn't that peculiar? When do you reach that 'self' stage? On turning ten? Twenty? Fifty-four? And why would it be a good thing to always stay unchanged? Lying face down on the massage table, Juliana felt how liquid thoughts flew in and out of her head, in time with...
It was a glorious day in Breastford as Coach Steven Blue walked down the drive to his car. Yesterday had been a beautiful one, as was the day before that, and before that, and every other day, it seemed. But today in particular held a certain amount of glory for our coach that 'beautiful' could barely begin to describe it. Over the weekend he had managed to...
This one's my take on a "weird tale" in the vein of Robert Chambers or Algernon Blackwood... which means it's slow-moving and there's nary a psycho killer or tentacle monster in sight. Also, there's not a lot of sex here, so if you're looking for fast action this may not be your thing. * * * * * From September of 1928 a weekly advertisement accompanied by...
Chapter 1: Genesis The lab was dark and dank. It sparked and crackled as an old man wearing a white lab coat fiddled away at his latest contraption. It resembled a sphere the size of a basketball, it was grey in color. He finds pride in it as its completion grows closer and closer, he holds it up to illuminate its presence in the moonlight. Its bright silve...
The strange and supernatural had always been a fascination for Jack. As a boy, he had frequented every film, loved every legend, and heeded every harrowing tale his horror-hungry habits could handle. Now a young man, few things had changed. He had never given up the hope that the fantastical was merely hiding in the shadows. A fool's dream, he knew, but fr...
Gentle reader, Many readers of “Massaging Mike’s Mom” have encouraged me to write a sequel. Here it is. If you like this theme, let me know – there’s more where this one came from. Send email to the link below. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Several days after the experience I reported in “Massaging Mike’s Mom,” Judy Johnson (Mike’s Mom) sent me the follow...