WARNING: IF YOU DO NOT HAVE AT LEAST A HIGH SCHOOL EDUCATION YOU WILL NOT GRASP THIS STORY. Bernice. Formally known as "Bargotherial energy vortex manipulator model 2000, was originally an instrument of federal power. Used to undo threats to the collective way of thinking that put them in power before they existed. A very large step towards totalitarian...
It was mid 2020 when the decision to give full experimental action official written governmental permission. Mental health had become commonly accepted as the quintessential bane of human existence and though never considered anything like a cure or fix all treatment it was decided that routine, non-committal sexual activity could potentially flood the brain...
Arab men hate seeing Arab women with non-Arab males, and these fuckers are racist as hell even though they will deny it until kingdom come. So I know when they see me with my new Haitian-Canadian lover Marcel, they want to tear their eyes out. Makes me shudder with pleasure just thinking about their reaction. The fact that Marcel is a proud Christian with a...
Author's note. This was the first short story I ever wrote. There is no sex in this one, but I hope you enjoy it just the same. Talemaster * Frank lit another cigarette as he looked at his equations. Oblivious of the splendid Australian autumn afternoon and the traffic around him he contemplated his calculations. They seemed right. Omniscan would be plea...
White women are overrated. And they're not my standard of beauty. Black women are my standard of beauty. There, I said it. And I mean it with every fibre of my being. This is coming from me, Samuel Xavier. A proud bisexual Black man who's bedded women and men of all races before coming to this shocking conclusion. I just wanted to let the world know how I fe...
The bell went - Nick Hill rose drowsily and immediately threw off the covers. Both legs were there, but a toe on the left foot was not. Cursing, he hobbled to the bathroom and cleaned the blood away. He looked pale and unsure as he ate his breakfast quickly. He locked his house and started walking towards the bus stop. Many people bumped into him on the wa...
I came home from work on a Thursday evening to find, of all things, a small baby sparrow, barely able to keep its eyes open and clearly unable to fly, hopping along the wall beneath the window of my apartment as it chirped constantly, pleading for help. At first, I looked around for a hidden nest, surprised that there might be one nearby as I had not noticed...
Author's Note: Title of the story is working title and might be subject to change once I think of something less generic. Most of my posts will be subject to editing at a later date. Not satisfied with what I have currently. In a crash of blinding red light, you awoke. Standing majestically upon the altar that once housed the arcane prison that suspended you...
Quoted from TokhaarGol Void maiden CYOA: “Do not panic lumenus one, the blackness which surrounds you is not dangerous, you are not dead, far from it. As we speak your body is being remade to better accommodate your newfound powers. Your existence for the moment is… Complicated to explain. But do not worry you will be made corporal once again. Allow me to ex...
There is a school of magic which has no name. It has no name because there really is only one, built inside of an ancient castle once controlled by a powerful mage they had taught young minds how to harness the mystic powers for two hundred years. The large and foreboding castle was built upon a nexus of magic, making it a powerful location to be a school. F...