Sitting drained in front of her computer, she laid her head on the cool wood of her desk. The past few days trying to get her deadlines meet, taking every last bit of energy from her soul. Her brain gone, her mind fuzzy, and her body sore from working so hard. Lifting her head and going back to writing, no matter what something always seemed to come. There w...
"Before they came, we were nothing more than beasts. We crawled in the dirt, fighting over scraps of food, mouthfuls of water. We were on a course to destroy ourselves, until the day they arrived. They came from the sky, in great ships of metal and glass. When they set their holy feet upon our soil, we witnessed them, in all their glory. Their divine fo...
Interlude I: The Promise of Sand Sand lies underfoot, silent, unknowing, windswept. Sun streams down on vast reaches of sand, it's journey complete. Silent sand, caressed by sun, warmed by the indifference of chaos, sand drifts along the boundary between land and sea. Between what was, and what is. Between being and becoming. Sand drifts just in silence,...
Kathy is my best friend, we are both about the same age and she and I have been friends for over 30 years. We were always close growing up. We had the same interests and we were really great friends. We would go to events together, concerts together and movies together. So finding us hanging out together was not all that uncommon at all and on several occa...
For a long time she sits at the mirror. Tonight is the final performance. The end of the show. It's had a long run, it's travelled the world, won the applause of thousands, but tonight it must close. Tonight is the end of the road, the swan song, the last bow. Carefully, so carefully, she puts on the make up for the last time, adjusts the wig, touches the c...
The dream is the same, always the same. Ginny finds herself walking along a lovely beach; the moon and stars shine brightly over her. The sounds of the waves hitting the sand are playing a soft natural music in her ears. Sea gulls flying overhead making sounds of the wild intensify the wonderful mystery of the night. As she walks she feels the presence of th...
*As a warning this CYOA contains what people would call 'furry' sex, the main character is also bi, however I'll try to make it so in all cases you don't have to go into detailed sexual scenes of the type you don't want to see (every sex scene will have its own disclaimer in which you can click 'skip' and it will skip the details). The overall warnings are:...
The Starlight Sonata, Part III Heart of the Sunrise ©2008 by Adrian Leverkuhn (Note: The first part of the Sonata appeared under the title "Woman in Chains"; the second part as "The Stones of Years".) I Once upon a time Tracy had cared about the world she lived in... and the life she'd taken for granted for so long. But that world, like the life she'd k...
I have always loved the stars. On a clear night, like that night, I can watch the universe in its slow eternal dance. Sometimes, as I sit and watch the light from distant suns, I wonder where she is, how she is doing. I will never know what really happened that night. I will never understand who, or what, she was. I will never see her again I fear, but somet...
All content copyright 2012 Ted Szabo This is part 8 of a longer work, "Brick House." The two chapters included here—9 and 10-- have minimal erotic content. They are provided for the convenience of readers interested in the larger story. * "Your turn." John, one of my next-door neighbors, completed his move quickly, pushing a pile of cardboard chits toward...