It is grey and chilly this Sunday morning in Midfield, Wisconsin, but the Hunter Family has planned a picnic for that day, a final sendoff before the onset of Northern Winter, and so a picnic there will be. Because of the autumnal nature of the endeavor, the family will forsake its normal spot on the north beach and picnic at the south end of the beach, wher...
Setting: Prehistoric Lands, with all characters being clothed in typical caveman attire (animal-skin loincloths/tunics, no shoes, no shirts for the men, bone carved accessories) P.S. All dialogs are translated from an Unknown Ancient Language. This story is meant to inspire stories of a similar setting. If anyone decides to write stories about men in the...
The merciless sun beat down upon a barren landscape of stone spires and desiccated scrubs. It was shortly before noon and what little shade there was appeared as pools of deepest black against the bone-white rock. This was an inhospitable landscape, at the edge of the wastelands. Neither man nor beast nor any of the many vile creatures inbetween ventured her...
Before the story begins, I'd like to thank my volunteer editor, adelante39, for her assistance. Aside from some glaring mistakes, she helped me breathe some life into the story as well as providing some direction for where it goes next, if it does. ***** Looking beyond the narrative came easily to Dave Hunter. As an associate professor, he had researched m...
Yo, sup, hey, hola... urrh.... urrrh Konichiwa? -ah shit I can't say that one or I am a Weeb..... um hello and welcome to the Festival, I am the Narrator I guess, I mean, like it isn't my job or anything-well it is but i'm not getting paid but-you fucking get it, I am the Narrator My name? I'm sure you can guess... but during our limitless journey, "Nar...
She strolls along the dimly lit city streets. I watch her from the shadows as she checks behind herself, obviously wary from the distressing atmosphere. She approaches a dark alleyway and pauses; She isn't thinking of cutting through it is she? The fog is thick tonight, the air heavy, and I can feel it: Something unnatural lurks in the shadows this evening....
Disclaimer: Warning! This story contains some fetishes that may make some uncomfortable: BDSM, Bondage, and Bloodplay for example. Also this story contains gothic themes such as Vampires, Demons, etc. If this is not for you then hit the back button on your browser now. Otherwise, I hope you enjoy! -Dannygirl * 23 YEARS AGO... David hit the cold stone flo...
Word has traveled over the star waves from Federation Space to the treaty zone, whispers of the Jade Assassin. A Human woman, or at least humanoid in appearance who has slain hundreds of undesirable people for the Federation's Governments, and parties willing to meet her salary. Little is known about her, even to her employers. Leaks have confirmed she was o...
Born one year before the "baby boom" began, Jeff Hunter seems perpetually one year behind his peers, or several years ahead of another group. At thirteen, Jeff had left 'normal' life to enter the priesthood. Two and one-half years later, he became a junior at a regular high school, academically far ahead of his peers, but socially two years further behind....
WARNING: The following is a work of erotic fan fiction, the events of which are completely made up and did not happen, and is no true reflection of the video games, characters, developers etc depicted within. This material is unsuitable to be viewed by those under the legal age limit of viewing pornographic material in your current country of residence. Fea...