"I can't believe you talked me into this." Penny mumbled standing outside the door to her bedroom pulling the bright yellow gloves and boots into place over the black tights she was wearing. The Bat symbol was stretched lewdly over her breasts, the last time she'd worn the Batgirl costume she'd still been sixteen and going to Comic-Con, the intervening three...
I should have known that I was dreaming when my day started at around five in the afternoon with me playing video games in my dining room. I haven't had a dining room, least not with tiles and a television since I was twelve and still living in LA. That wasn't enough to tip me off, part of me is sure I'd still be stuck in that nightmare if Karen hadn't decid...
Three months after leaving New York as a galley boy on a Norwegian freighter and stopping at many ports in Lebanon, Egypt, Arabia, Yemen, Kuwait, then up the Tigress River to backwater towns in Iran and Iraq and peeling 60 pounds of potatoes every morning, washing pots and pans, scrubbing the galley floor, and enduring the intense heat of the Persian Gulf, w...
Dawn rose, and as usual, Aton rose with it. After thousands of years he had the gist of his unusual existence. He looked around, unsure where he was for a moment. Slowly, painfully, he remembered. He was in a vast field, not far from the Moody Drive area of Kanata, Ontario. Nothing but farms in the area, though they were slowly being replaced by high-priced...
First let me thank you all for the votes and emails. And as I've said before, this is not meant to be the next great novel, so if that's what you're looking for, I'm sorry to disappoint. I started it wanting to do a running chronicle that spans years like a soap opera, so it may never actually reach a satisfactory end for some people. With that in mind, if y...
Maria awoke in a cold sweat, a scream just below the surface. The dream had returned, and as yet she had said nothing to Rayne. For the dreams had been vague, just a feeling of doom and suffering. But not tonight, there had been nothing vague about this, it was clear and decisive, and she knew Gabriella had been hurt very badly and if they did not reach her...
Mariko The Mercedes was parked at the end of the alley. The driver made no move to open the rear door for her but she knew her business was concluded. The staid salaryman next to her in the back seat rearranged himself and zipped his trousers, a satisfied look on his face. She let herself out and the big hover lifted off with a welltuned hum. She twisted he...
(Author's note: This story is an entry into FAWC (Friendly Anonymous Writing Challenge), a collaborative competition among Lit authors. FAWC is not an official contest sponsored by Literotica, and there are no prizes given to the winner. This FAWC was based around the theme of music, with four songs given to choose from. The song that inspired this story was...
I guess, despite everything that happened later, I should feel lucky we survived the shipwreck at all. My bride-to-be and I were on a cruise of the Pacific — not one of those office-building sized luxury liners, a smaller ship where you get to know everyone on board. It was smooth sailing for the first few days, until we hit a big storm. We hit something, or...
Alexandros Manuscript Page 68 The island didn't have a name. Captain Marcello was given the coordinates and told without them we would never find it. I was curious about that and wanted to learn more about the Mediterranean Sea. I figured who better to ask than an experienced sailor. "You'll find many things in the world are hidden Spartan," she said to me...