Rust Flashlight Stories

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Lemons, Tequila and Ooze Pt. 02

by LuvYouInStockings on Oct 7, 2019
NonHuman

Wendy opens her eyes. She’s laying on her back, on a hard floor and there is weight across her legs. The ceiling, high above is made of struts and corrugated metal, spots of rust show through the white paint. Lights hang down, but are not currently on. She lays there, not thinking, just lays. A noise, faint, with a trace of echo: footsteps. She sits up. The...

The Warlord's Physician Ch. 01

by NuclearBoy on Apr 18, 2018
Novels and Novellas

The swamp reeked of bitter peat, fertility lost long ago. Skeletal trees etched across the canyon like lightning bolts. It was once a valley of green, nestled between two rocky slopes. Now it was grey muck, given color only by flashlights and torches. Some of the more self-conscious highwaymen had rolled up their jeans to prevent the mud from staining thei...

Paranormal Research Club Ch. 05

by GPLockwood on Sep 14, 2017
Erotic Horror

This is purely a work of erotic fiction. All characters, places, and situations are entirely fictional. All sexually active characters are 18 years of age or older. All rights reserved. *** WARNING! *** This chapter contains elements of non-consensual sex. Readers that find this material disturbing or offensive may prefer to skip this chapter. Thank you....

The Professor Ch. 11

by earlkrementz on Sep 12, 2017
Interracial Love

I woke up at 0430 hours and stared at the clock's radium impregnated dial and hands. I was always afraid that I'd be late for an exam or when a paper was due which was my premier, scary nightmare. I didn't know the nightmares that awaited me in my future I'd just deal with the crazy ones right now. I pushed the alarm tab in and got up, fumbled around for my...

The Warlord's Physician Ch. 02

by NuclearBoy on Apr 24, 2018
Novels and Novellas

"Up," barked a Canyon Crazy. Needle arose slowly, wrists and neck chafed from weeks in irons. The smell of shit and piss filled the air. Thick metal bars separated him from the rest of the kennel, where other slaves were held in much the same way. There was scarcely enough room for him to move a step. He was lucky, though, because the Crazies were training...

The Atherton Job

by Wolfblackthorne on Jan 22, 2020
Erotic Horror

This is a follow up to the story Tangled. hope you enjoy reading. Prologue Denise McGrath stopped her car at the edge of the forest, near the beginning of a well known trail. She got out and unloaded her camping gear from the trunk, checking it for the third time that day: tent, flashlight, food, book, medical kit, bug spray. She wasn't used to camping, b...

Dead and Horny Ch. 05

by writerannabelle on Sep 28, 2020
NonHuman

Hi all, I'm back with some more zombie/succubus shenanigans, just in time for the fall season! If you're new to this, it's a spin-off from my main storyline, HFHM. While not necessary, you definitely want to read through Book Two of HFHM to fully understand some of the background. Returning readers, it's about damn time we see what the inside of an Order's...

The Midnight Auction

by Nameless_Rose on Sep 16, 2017
NonHuman

Guy had passed the faded sign a hundred times. Probably more. "Auctions Every Friday at Midnight," it said. The sign was planted on the side of the road in front of a tumbledown building whose corrugated iron roof had once been painted white but was now a dirty, rust-mottled grey. The walls had that faded maroon look that barns get after half a century of ne...

Night of the Living Dead

by Hadderity on Oct 31, 2018
Erotic Couplings

NOTE: This is a HALLOWEEN CONTEST 2018 submission, so ratings and comments are welcome. NOTE 2: This story ended up taking on a life of its own and is far from what I planned when I started. It may not be to everyone's liking, but it means a lot to me and I hope some others find it enjoyable. "September sun blowing golden hair... October's rust bisecting b...

What Rough Beast

by dtiverson on Apr 3, 2019
Loving Wives

Yikes!! Randi wants Gothic and I'm most assuredly NOT Mary Shelley. Still, I've got Rick at rkv330. I took his usual clever idea, sprinkled on a few Goths, and this is the result. Naturally, none of this would happen without Randi's inspiration - so thanks as ever old friend -- please enjoy... DT * First there was blackness and peace. Then, there was daz...