Everyone has a Dark Side. No matter what they say. Throughout history, we have been bombarded with the message that the Dark Side is to be feared. Well, some of us embrace it. I am such a man. My name is Raphael. Society would call people like myself every name under the sun. Sociopath. Psychopath. Freak. Amoral. Remorseless Individual. Embodiment of the Ant...
Mike finally has woken from the stupor of the past twenty-four hours. He had been painting and binging until he could no longer maintain consciousness and now finds himself within reach of the bed he never made it to, instead ending up on the floor looking and smelling like shit. He sits up and collects his thoughts as the rumbling in his stomach loudly anno...
My name is Dr. Tim Cummings and my life fucking sucks. I'm 32 years old and I've already gotten sick of living. I mean everything in my life has gone to shit. My home burnt down, my car was stolen and I was cuckolded. Now I'm looking for a hotel to stay at and every place is full. Fuck my life, it's fucking winter and I'm freezing my ass out here. I'm a fai...
The Angel Grove flew out of a warp in the solar system Vega and Tycho collapsed backwards into my lap like a boneless noodle made of naked teenage psychic. A moment later, microgravity returned as the engines stopped burning and we went from flying increasingly fast to merely flying at a steady, continually fast speed. I wrapped my arms around Tycho, alarm f...
Diana looked at the clock on the wall again, he was more than an hour late. He was never late. The man literally cannot be late to anything unless there was a worldwide emergency. And the last she checked, there were no alien invasions, no giant monsters running amok destroying everything in its path, and Lex Luthor locked away in prison so he can't create a...
Chapter Seventeen Feynman - 3754 C.E. Jaden was in love with the wrong woman. By rights the one he loved the most should be Michelle, but it wasn't his long term partner whose mere presence shortened his breath and excited his heart however much he wished otherwise. Instead, the chief object of his lust was Svetlana. This was an utterly futile love, of...
After contributing so many pieces on the ways of the flesh to this site, I thought I might contribute at least one piece of the ways of the soul to provide some balance. (This subject is what I focus on my other life.) Do you survive the death of the physical body? That depends on what you are. You may not be what you think you are. You, like Scrooge, may n...
This is a Valentine's Day contest story. Please vote. * A man is stalked by a ghost, albeit a beautiful ghost, his dream woman. Did you ever feel you're being watched and that someone is following you, stalking you? Feeling so disconcerted that you turn around and every time you do, there's no one there and you're alone with your bad self and your paranoi...
An odd one this time. I'm not sure where the idea came from, but ... here it is. Also, I wasn't too sure about the category, but this seems to fit best. Anyway, I hope you enjoy it. The woman he follows is an enigma; he thinks he knows her from somewhere, and indeed he does, she's his ideal woman. But she isn't all that she seems. Feedback is appreciated;...
Tommy was running across the rooftops, his breathing ragged and heavy. Occasionally, he'd either grapple to the top of a higher building or glide to the top of a lower building but much of it was running. He had learned how to properly traverse the rooftops of Gotham by now, knowing which set of buildings had the clearest rooftops and which were maddeningly...