Aarav walked into the room and immediately sensed the tension. "What's the matter guys?" He asked, "Where's the babe?" "We might have a problem," Armaan said calmly, "Where's the pretty boy?" "Still sleeping," Aarav shrugged. "Wake him up," Armaan said, "I don't have a good feeling about this." "What exactly happened?" Aarav asked. "I think I better d...
Hello, and welcome to the fifth issue of Tales from Snippettsville, Short Stories From A Small Town. If you want to know what it's all about, go to Snippettsville Group If you have any feedback, and let's face it, as writers we all love feedback, just click on the author's name, in blue at the head of their piece. If you want to make a general comment on...
Jace Goodwin was on his knees at the side of the bed praying to God. Praying that God would forgive him for the mortal sin that he was soon to commit. One that would more than likely earn him a place in Hell. Jace was a man who had reached the end of his rope. His life was in the shitter. No job, not even a prospect, no money and worst of all a life without...
The last school bell rang on Friday afternoon and Ken soundlessly strolled towards his locker in the pouring rain. He was an introverted studious student who did exceptionally well in everything with the exception of being social. Ken Lee carried himself as an eccentric person, and was known as the epitome of one from his classmate's perspective. Albeit he d...
Tori Amos' "Silent All These Years." That was the last song I heard before I was placed in a psych ward. Most people referred to it as a "nuthouse" or a "loony bin." I thought that those terms were rather crude. Case Number 65-667-767. Max Alexander Colvin. Hospitalized three times for acute depression and suicidal thoughts. Suicide attempts were unsuccessf...
*Thanks to PokingFun for her editing expertise* *No true sex again in this part, but there is close contact* *There are three horrible events in this section; a suicide, a murder/suicide at a daycare, and our protagonist gets fisted as part of a police intimidation tactic. I do not feel they are gratuitous. They feed into the dark desperation of the story'...
The first time I open my eyes I know that I feel very different and I am not sure why. I can feel that I am wearing something smooth like I haven't worn in a very long time. My head hurts like I have never hurt before and the rest of my body just hurts. When I try to move my head I find that I am completely immobilized and I start to panic until I see Kaleb...
This is the final chapter of the story of Marty and Emily. It will not make sense unless you read chapters 1 and 2 of "Vetting a Marriage." Keep in mind that this is just for fun. If the "Loving Wives" stories are your way of dealing with your personal issues and pain, please seek out medical, psychological or spiritual help. Writing snarky comments will n...
This is under new management, feel free to add and comment. Somehow, there are a new set of rules to be taken in count: 1.- MC will never enjoy, get used to or like the flavor of semen. 2.- Absolutely no men in diapers. Women can wear them. 3.- Almost anything is allowed, except underaged characters, bestiality, guro (you know, main rules), chastity devices...
The phone rang once, twice, three times and with each ring, Darrin groaned, hoping that the intrusion would just go away. But it didn't. It rang again and again until finally, he put the machine out of its misery, pulling the receiver off of the cradle. "Hello?" "Hi." Sleep quickly faded when he recognized Spencer's husky voice. "I thought you had an early...