(Note: The following is dream based, and might contain certain scenarios and/or observations that may be confusing to some readers. Reader discretion is advised.) I can distinctly feel the winter chill penetrate my thin woolen gloves, which cling pleadingly to the near empty coffee tin. I am hunched over in a fetal position hugging my knees close to my ches...
Cyril's days were endless, brutal routine. Given into servitude as a child to settle a family debt, he had few memories from his life outside the walls of the Bloodbrick Tower and away from its cruel master, Bastigar the Black. He spent his waking hours in the darkness of the Tower's dungeons, cleaning out cells once their occupants had been... used up. He w...
As the world loads in you rise up, drawing up your power... before unceremoniously flopping onto the ground. What's the point? The heroes would just waltz through and kill you 20 minutes from now. You didn't even get the satisfaction of killing them over and over again like the bosses did. You were just a creep put here so the heroes could farm XP. The more...
A smaller story this time, focused on transformation. Hope you enjoy! * * * The forest was closing in around Nick and his two co-workers. Paul to his left, Jason to his right. Both men carried axes with brand new handles attached to notched, scratched heads. Jason's hand held a torch which he swung back and forth, warding off the shadows that assaulted the...
Peter peeled a branch back, confirming what he'd seen. There she was! Standing in the middle of the clearing was a green-skinned woman! Her purple hair, which looked like the splayed out petals of a rose, was impossible to miss among the browns and dull greens of the forest. She was naked, reclining on a rock as if sunning herself. With plump breasts and wid...
This is a different type of story for me. Up until now, I have just been so excited about writing down things that my Hubby and I have done, but this has been a "life-changing" event. A while back, I did something that was VERY out of character for me, and it really bothered me...to the point I thought I was crazy. Please bear with me as I tell this tale. Re...
Mirka was running though the woods. She did not know where she was or where she was going. But she knew what was behind her and she would not go back to that. The chains on her arm, legs and neck were heavy, but she kept running carrying them the best she could. Thorns caught on her legs and arms, leaving scratches. But she kept running as she stumbled and f...
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...
"Nadya! Nadya! Come in now!" "Mama! The soldiers are coming!" Shouting from the gate, I stood at the bottom of the hill near the road. I could hear the rumbling of the tanks before they rounded the bend to pass our house. It was so exciting when they drove by on their way to the Volga River. There they would board barges and travel south from Saratov, thro...
In the center of a dark warehouse, five men stood around a table lit by an overhead lamp. Four of the men wore black business suits, the head of an up and coming crime boss in New York with his three bodyguards looking over the goods presented on the table. Across from the table was a man wearing a full body hazmat suit, a representative of Advanced Idea Mec...