Tuesday, August 4th, 2020 Parent-teacher nights at Sofia Vergara's Summer School for Girls were always a sight to behold. Such evenings at more traditional schools generally made for a rather drab affair, and while crowning moments of such events might include a balding, divorcee English teacher questioning a dumpy housewife about their daughter's choice of...
So, I'm guessing you people...like this story? I guess so if you're still reading it. I'm very happy that I have a little group of faithful readers. To those of you who have e-mailed me and are waiting for a response or something, I'm sorry that I haven't answered. I just remembered to check my mail on friday, and now I feel REALLY bad. I plan to reply soon,...
Ted Canfield, winning high school basketball coach, watched as Christine, his wife of 20 years and teacher at the same high school, was lifted onto her "throne". It was set upon a stage overlooking a fraternity's Halloween party. She was impaled on a dildo mounted on the seat of a toilet, wearing only a regal red robe, a queens crown and black high heels. At...
Over the long head table in the Blue Room of the Holiday Inn, west in Dallas, Texas, hung a huge Banner. WELCOME MEMBERS OF THE S.S.S.C. it blared in brilliant red, white, and blue. The Southern States Sheriff's Conference was in its second day and some boring little twit from Memphis, Tennessee was blabbing something about the latest Techniques in firearm i...
Stepping lightly was not easy for a giant horse-man, especially not when he'd only been a giant horse-man for a little over twenty-four hours, but Christoph managed it well enough to not ruin the carefully plowed lines he'd made just the other day as he walked along the field and planted potato seeds in the afternoon light. If anything, the big dumb horse pa...
The Bonnie Lark was one of the most frequented pubs in the Bazaar. Callous slipped through the crowd and found a table near the bar. He sat across from a snoring dwarf, who had obviously indulged a bit more than was wise. Callous slipped the dwarf's still full mug from his hand and drank, waiting for the girl to follow him in. The tavern was uncomfortably p...
I'm supposed to be in the bed, waiting for my new husband to come to our rooms. They've put me in a flimsy nightgown, barely covering all the necessities. They instructed me to stay here and wait for him to come to the room, that it wouldn't be long, but I'm exhausted. The day began early, was wrought with excitement. Well, for everyone else, not so much fo...
Préambule : Cette histoire s’adapte à vos choix. Vos caractéristiques vont évoluer en fonction de votre caractère et vous offriront une expérience de jeu taillée à votre personnalité ! Pour cela, appuyez simplement sur la touche START ! Et maintenant l’histoire : Tarix vivait dans le village le plus passible du monde d’Endenfer. Peut-être parce qu’il était l...
Sweltering Heat Rain poured down hard on the bleak and continually miserable day in the Highlands of Arathi. The sun hid itself behind the clouds as the spirit rained down their life giving water to the battlefield below. The remains of once strong proud and brave warriors from all walks of life littered the grounds, dying the soil a watery red as the rainw...
The power of a people reside in how they tell their stories. For descendants of slaves, African Americans, we don't have many written records of the powerful stories our ancestors. The voices of those whose blood courses through our veins were effectively silenced by the system of chattel slavery. Slavery isn't even something we as Black people want to talk...