On the surface, Silent Hill, Maine is what could be considered an archetypal, peaceful, New England tourist town for relaxation. Chiefest among its industries are tourism and, to a lesser extent, agriculture. A small town with a population below 30,000, its key industry, tourism, is in a state of steady decline. Now, it's more a small, rural retirement town....
Your name is it important? I guess it could be. IN realms there are some places where you have great way of working out on range, sometimes not so fortunate you get stuck in place too long your surrounded by monsters and they choose to vore you or worst case scenario world decides to change your fate and end up in different fate. Names I offer to whom it co...
Scary Monsters and Super Freaks Some Monsters Want More Than a Good Scare! All characters made-up to appear in this work of fiction are over the age of 18. This story is a work of fiction -- it never happened. Any resemblances to real names or places are unintentional and coincidental. However, my stories are often inspired by real events and experience...
She was lost. Absolutely, irrevocably, lost. The girl's name was Zelda, and she was the princess of the kingdom of Hyrule, heir to the golden power, and... Well, lost. Which was incredibly bad, as it was currently snowing. Heavily. The snowfall was great, and she was incredibly worried as to her fate. She needed to find shelter- And fast!What's next? Someth...
Hello, there. My name is Thomas James Des-Champs, T.J. to my friends, and I'm a six-foot-two, lean and mean, brown-skinned and black-haired, ruggedly handsome gentleman of the Haitian persuasion. I hail from the City of Cap-Haitien, in Northern Haiti. Way down in the Caribbean. I'm a former police officer and car mechanic by trade, but my avocation is hun...
It started as a monstergirl chronicle/encyclopedia and turned DID-Bondage-BDSM-Drowsploitation-Bisexual stuff. Sorry, my bad. Still, I intend to add more vanilla monstergirl sex later on. Enjoy, fuckers. - Esteban de Chucha ***** Inquisitorial report: Subject: Human male, age 28. Well educated, local clerk, locksmith and jeweler. Married, has no child,...
Rook walked back into camp, scenting each tent as he went, all were still sleeping. The small hunting party was not to know that he and Chimera were together, but after his invigorating run he really needed to be inside her. They were sleeping, they wouldn't know if he slipped her out of camp and had his way then brought her back. He regretted that he could...
((As my maiden voyage into writing, this was fun for the time, but practically, I consider this story abandoned. I don't plan to add any more to it. Thanks to those of you who did read it! If you are interested in adopting this story, please contact me and I'll be happy to add you as an author, at which point you can make whatever edits or changes you please...
Dungeon. That was the only real name for the land they all lived in. In a massive underground complex, spanning one hundred and fifty "Floors", each larger and more treacherous than the last. In the center of each Floor, a large "City" could be found. Each was in ruins until the facilities were unlocked by the lucky adventurers that manag...
You raise your hand to shield your eyes from the sun, not accustomed to the tropical climate. Your snow-pale skin and waistlong blonde hair stand as testament to that fact. Still, you have no doubt that your skin will stand impervious to the sun’s rays, refusing to tan or burn just as it has your whole life. Your impossibly light skin tone has gotten you qui...