Part 3 - Rebirth Emily crept downstairs. It was night, and the hospital was asleep. Her subjects, much of the upper half of the building by now, all peacefully resting, regenerating energy for another day's pleasure-filled dreaming. Emily knew there was something down here. Something she knew, something she was. She had felt it. A great call, a power like...
Using the Zodiac to Create Vivid Characters OK, OK I can hear you already that astrology stuff is a bunch of hooey. NO PROBLEM you don't have to believe in astrology to make it work for you. I recently read an article for fiction writers called "How to Create Convincing Characters." The author suggested aspiring writers create stacks of ind...
For the next few days, I barely breathed. I arrived at work early, completing all my assigned duties and then helping others. I was a very good girl. I didn't think the men were going to report me, but I still worried. I loved my job and would hate to lose it. Plus, I had become accustomed to the the extra money and the use of the gym facilities. I returne...
I teach, lecture and advise at a private college in my city. As part of that, I promise to help a pretty student with some academic problems that she mentions. Unbeknown to me, though, she has fantasised about me but really just quite lacks the confidence to follow it through. One afternoon, while we are working together in my office, sitting side by side t...
To men Agga was a tomboy, though some did not agree on that consensus. Those firm round breasts and tender nipples could truly mislead the oblivious male to the truth behind Agga's slender frame. But were the trail of gossip ever followed, one might find a different version of the truth that was Agga. Sweat glistened down Agga's cheek on this midsummer nig...
Disclaimer: This is part of a larger adventure story. If you reached this page as part of a reader's choice from a previous page, continue below. If not, CLICK HERE to start at the beginning of the SexVenture. = = = = = Page 5 = = = = = You immediately push that thought of self-doubt out of your mind. This rain is a great sign, you think to yourself. Re...
Blood: the sacred and the profane This story began several years ago, on the darkest night of the year. On this night, in the unholy trenches of the world – which is most of it -- the dead and the devilish prance the human realm. Believe me, I know them well as I now stand on the boundaries of Death and Life. But that is a malaise I will expand on later in...
Staring into the mirror with a shocked expression on my face (MY face? I don't see myself I see woman.) What the fuck happened? How did this happen? As I stand there questioning my grip on reality, there is a knock on the door. Jennifer (don't call her Jen or Jenny, for the love of god don't do it), asks how long will I be? I flinch, my head whipping back an...
My parents did a damn fine job brainwashing me. Seriously. A lot of people say that but I actually mean it. With every fiber of my being. My name is Amanda Joseph Saint-Cyr. I was born and raised in the City of Calgary, Province of Alberta. My father Luc Saint-Cyr is French Canadian and my mother Bella Joseph is of Haitian descent, having moved to the Provin...
This story inspired by the writings of MonikerSmith and XXXecil Chapter 2 - The turning of Lee BEEP BEEP BEEP Lee with his head buried in his pillow still quiet groggy from sleep reached for that damned alarm clock, after knocking a glass of water and his glasses off the bedside table he finally switched it off. Lee listened to the sound of water from the...