Little-Known Yet Somehow Obvious Tips For Writers I my experience as both an editor and a writer, I have come across some very common, but little-known, stylistic errors. One thing that most people don't seem to understand is how to transform everyday, hum-drum, blah writing into something enjoyable. Most often, the major problems with a story's readabi...
It began with a series of beautiful, tall, muscular women appearing suddenly in the hinterlands. None of them was shorter than 6-foot-4, and the height ranged up to 6-foot-11. Fifteen sightings were confirmed in the United States within a week. More appeared worldwide: five in Africa, six in Asia, 12 in Europe, seven in Russia, nine in South America. Three e...
The crudely built mechanical mule awkwardly stepped on the pock-marked ruin of a highway toward the remains of a city ahead. It dragged behind it a crude wagon made from the frame of a gutted automobile. Two figures sat in the wagon, a bald man garbed in as close to fine duds as one would manage in this day and age; the other a young, dark-haired woman with...
Once upon a time, there was this chronically bored man named Stephen Verdieu. He is a big and tall black gentleman living in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. Stephen works as a security guard, and he is frequently bored, as it's one of the dullest jobs in the world. At the call center where Stephen works as a security guard, things are incredibly boring, so the...
NOTE: This story is based on a real experience. For many, many years I felt it was too personal to share, even with my closest, trusted friends. So it remained trapped deep within flash memory as a bunch of digital ones-and-zeros. Some of the details have been modified to avoid giving away too much personal info. Enjoy! ===== It is a beautiful fall day as...
Danach ist Davor… Seit meinem geilen Erlebnis auf dem Rastplatz mit den ganzen Truckern, was für mich durchaus sehr erregend war, sind schon wieder 2 Wochen vergangen… Was aber das Wichtigste von allem für mich ist…von alle dem Haben bis heute, Gott sei Dank, waren ja meine Eltern an diesem Wochenende zu Freunden gefahren und somit hatten meine Eltern überha...
Vor dem Championsleagespiel Bayern gegen Juventus Turin versammeln sich viele Anhänger aus Italien. So auch eine Frauengang aus Turin die nur darauf aus ist Randale zu machen. 3 Girls aus dieser Gang schleichen um das Fussballstadion um deutsche Fans aufmischen zu können. Sie sehen alle zierlich aus sind sehr hübsch,alle mit längeren schwarzen Haaren,großen...
Author's Note: The following is for the Pastiches de Oggbashan Story Event. Seeing as I am not British enough to add to any of his stories, I decided to adapt one for American audiences, the story in question being Ancient Liberties. You can read both stories and see how similar/dissimilar the two are. I hope it goes without saying that none of the followin...
You wake up, or at least the closest thing to waking up. All around you is a bright, searing light. It has no source yet it burns with a raging heat, as if sentient, that you want desperately to avoid but you cannot close your eyes. You reach to cover your face but you find you have no arms, nor even a face. You can feel your body, every nerve ending shatter...
"Look at me," Roger softly ordered as Clarissa squirmed on the exam table. She was naked, except for the cum that had dried on her breasts during the car ride to the doctor's office. Her legs spread in stirrups as Dr. Franklin gently examined her. "Look at me, Clarissa," Roger said once more, and this time her eyes found his. Still she shook nervously, her...