"Your Not My Mom!" is an interactive story mainly focused on the possession theme. There isn't a main protagonist, you could use whoever you want and even add new characters but, if you do so, please add a small description of them at least. Even though, as you can tell from the title, the story is mainly focused on possessing moms, you can even po...
My name is Sam and I'm 20 years old. I was implicated in a car accident on my way to a party, on a Saturday night. The other car left his lane and crashed on the side of mine. I was lucky to be intact with minor wounds, let alone being alive, but my car was damaged pretty bad. The assurance was probably gonna pay for another vehicle altogether, as I was defi...
Nadia's sparring gloves slammed into my padded hands in the steady pattern of a one-two-three punch combination followed by a low kick and a high kick, over and over; her bare feet danced over the ring's mat, keeping her footwork light and elusive as she circled me and struck. All around us, people wrestled, practiced submission holds, sparred and lifted wei...
"You're all late." By a good 20 minutes. "Sorry Ms. Reid, Andre was talking about our semester projects." Her students rolled in slowly, getting out textbooks and calculators. "You mean Mr. Vierra." She corrected. God she hated him. The lack of respect he showed for the other teachers pissed her off. Andre Vierra was the new Art teacher who refused to live...
Disclaimer: Low stroke potential, but an interesting story. Reid looked out at the western sky, painted in vivid pinks and purples like the backdrop for an epic movie. This was the reason he and Heather had moved up to the Sierra foothills - nature, in all it's raging glory. It was humbling, refreshing, awe-inspiring. It was also a good place for marijuana...
Tom had left the office early as he had a wine delivery this afternoon. He loved his wines. He was a lawyer and at twenty-six was the Senior Partner of his father's firm. His father had died eight years ago. Miss Gibson, who was a spinster and an outstanding lawyer, was the Managing Partner. She was the one that ran the firm. He lived with his widowed mother...
(Author's note: This is a repost of a story I wrote under the name Tearsofsorrow2, the story has been graciously edited by HopelesslyAddicted and I thank her for her diligence. When you find any stylistic concerns know that they are owned by the author and he cherishes them. Please comment loudly, can't improve if I don't see where. The story is based on the...
Note to Reader: No sex in this one...sorry. * Dr Spencer Reid stared at the photograph taped to the white board. Even almost fifteen years later he would recognize her: Alexa Lisbon. She had been his first crush. He was barely twelve years old, but thanks to his exceptionally high IQ and his didactic memory he was promoted to high school. His mother had b...
Jean was pregnant. She hadn't told Paul, but she and May had gone to Ann's Professor where the tests were carried out. Everyone was happy especially Pam who was over the moon. Ann too was delighted. Paul was also pleased as both Ann and Jean were very intelligent women. Both would make excellent mothers. Ann had a long chat with Paul, and they had agreed tha...
London must be the most miserable place on God's Earth on a wet day in January. There were five of us in the Library of The Exiles Club that afternoon. The New Year of 1887 was but a few days old and I had I come to Town from my customary refuge in Cheltenham to meet with my broker and take care of one or two other small items of business. After thirty years...