You wake up from your bed at 3am from a strange noise.You turn on your bedside light,rub your eyes and wince as they adjust to the new light to see an imp flying around and muttering something unintelligible to me.The incredulity of this makes you wonder if your eyes are playing tricks,but you can hear it so it must be real you decide. “Hello who are you or...
You are given the power to have anyone of the opposite sex fall in love with you, but only through thinking about them sexually they will become unimaginably in love with you, they will deny you nothing, they will even know where you are and how to get to you, even the fictional one, but if they do not have that power well they won't reach you unless they ha...
We all know the feeling. On those darker days when the world gets you down, we just want to be able to do whatever we want. Take whatever we want. Fuck whomever we want. That little voice in the back of your head that yells at you to screw the rules, but no matter how much you want it, the drudgery of reality and common sense tell you otherwise. We live in a...
The honking of car horns and constant construction created a symphony of urban chaos every afternoon right outside of Sam Holden's New York City apartment. The lower east side had changed a lot from the decrepit slums Sam grew up in, but things like the sounds remained unchanged. Over the many years, Sam let the apartment go into dis-array having had it pass...
It was a fairly standard Thursday afternoon at Goldberg Consultation Services, LLC, as the sounds of the occasional phone ringing at the waiting room desk and the rustling of bulky paperwork filled the incandescently-lit office in the middle of downtown Springfield. “Miss… Uh, Eva?” The receptionist called out, peeking her head into the waiting room door. “C...
She ambushed me as soon as I got home, coming up behind me and running her hands all over my body. Soon both my sweater and shirt lied crumpled on the floor as she ran her hands all over my naked torso, distracting me completely. Then her hands slid in under my pants and my distraction moved onto heights unknown. Her hands hardly left my skin even when she o...
God was watching Eastenders. Don't ask me how, but they do say he works in mysterious ways. And being omnipotent, he could, if it was his wont, sit under a larger tree in a beautiful garden and watch the miserable faces of walford. Especially as this was Sunday all and his day off. Just put all calls on the answer machine and let 'em pray. Life was sweet....
Anyone simply looking at Meredith Harrison would never have guessed that she felt very unsatisfied and badly done to by life. How could she? The statuesque junior was the queen bee in her college's social circles. She decided who was in, who was out, what was hot, what was not. People would do anything for a word from her, even though most of the time it was...
First of all, I think I must introduce myself, I am Jeanne, The CEO, and Omni. I think I can spare you all the details about how I obtained the source of reality and became one with it thus controlling what is and isn’t real. At that point multiple questions might be raised in the mind of someone inferior like you. Like what can I do, what can’t I do, and wh...
Mitch Goodman is lying in bed asleep, the room is dark. The sheets are hanging halfway off the bed, and he is snoring loudly. His alarm clock buzzes loudly, he aimlessly slaps at the nightstand. "Shit," Mitch mumbles, as he knocks the alarm on the floor. The noise is distorted, but still remains. "Motherfuckinshitass," He growls as he nearly falls out of bed...