Hoping to explain why she decided to become a goth, a young girl invites her male friend over her house to talk. After arguing for a bit, she admits the truth: she went goth for him! —————— Script Start —————— (Knock on door) (Door opens) Oh, hey! You're here! I didn't think you would come. You didn't reply to any of my texts. I'm glad you— Oh, you can'...
My name is Francesca Hardy and I live with my twin sister Bella in Milan. My mother separated from my English father Joe more than 30 years ago shortly after we were born and settled back in Manchester where he married again. We hardly wrote to Dad but we knew that he had remarried shortly after the divorce and had children from his new wife. Both Bella and...
There is an old house on the outskirts of town. It just sits there and looks menacing, like something out of a horror movie from the Hammer Films days. It gives you the shivers to look at it. It looked perfect for a haunted house or a party though, so I decided to call some of my friends and have three big, strong guys go with me to see it and decide if it c...
Here we go again. I hope that you have already been introduced to my stories. If not please check out my profile and read one of those as well. I love feedback, and I love when you vote. This story was very fun to write. I hope you enjoy reading it. Let me know what you think, as well if you would like to read something a little more hardcore. I am open for...
Jack did not remember what had happened, he remembered the glorious bodies of the two red women, who were from the land of phoenix, and the capital of it, Lamer. The race which the two women belonged to were in fact also called phoenix, and the race was made up of women and men. The women produced singularly, and sex therefore, was merely recreational. This...
Sally walked through the woods as she spend the day looking for old things. She was a history buff and heard of the things hidden in the woods. She had on her tight jean shorts and tight tank top. She was blonde and twenty. She was happy and was always on for a history walk as she called them. She came to an old, burnt out farm house. She walked up taking p...
Trying to still her breath, she squeezes tighter against the wall, her form all but disappearing in the shadows behind the cantina. Through the dimly lit crevice where she's taken refuge, she can see them--four and moving slowly. "Oh please don't let them see me," she whispers to herself. Finally she heard their footsteps getting softer as they move into th...
"You stupid, bitch!" Eddy thundered. "You've just killed a good horse!" Tina slunk down onto the bench. Eddy's cold hard voice echoed around the empty changing room. Next door Tina could hear the light hearted banter of the male jockeys. Eddy hadn't finished, "I told you to ride him at the back. You knew he would get tired in a three miler... but oh no, yo...
"And there were arguments. There would always be arguments, even with a mannequin. She wasn't talkative, but he was sure she told him once, 'You're the greatest lover of them all.' [...] Yes, there were advantages. She wasn't like all the other women he had known. She didn't want to make love at inconvenient moments. He could choose the time. And she did...
Author's Note Yes I am back with this story, although I doubt the original readers are even around! I'm so sorry for disappearing but I've had this story finished for a while but didn't want to post it because I felt that I'd rushed it (EVEN THOUGH PEOPLE TOLD ME NOT TO). My writing style has changed a lot in the 2 years since I wrote this and I'll maybe wr...