(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...
1 Homecoming The Faceless golem looked out across the castle's outer bailey with a cold, unfeeling gaze that made it seem more like an empty suit of armor than an unstoppable force of destruction. The moonsilver plating was as jet black as the day it had been painted, though it was so warped and dented from countless battles that it would have been virtual...
To those of you who follow my work, thank you in advance. Dawn, once again, great job and I'll get number 5 to you quickly so you don't have to wonder. Please don't forget to leave me love notes at the end. Situation Room, CIA Headquarters, Langley Virginia. Jack Richards sipped at the cold coffee as his eyes traveled back and forth between two large scr...
Author's Note: To get a better feel for the accents of the characters, the spelling is modified throughout some of the story to reflect how the characters would actually sound if you were to hear them talking. I have had some say that this is wonderful, and still others say it's annoying. That is for the reader to decide. I only hope the story finds you as a...
Annabelle slammed the hotel door, dropped her suitcase, briefcase and handbag on the bed, and collapsed down beside them. She was shattered. The journey from London to Chicago had been exhausting; she had caught the red eye last night which had had to put down at JFK for four hours with engine trouble, and then, when she got to O'Hare Airport, her credit car...
Ularean's image faded away, the Senior Councillor closing the call abruptly and leaving John and Calara exchanging frowns. "Any idea what Ularean was referring to with his 'preparations'?" John asked, a pensive expression on his face. "He was doing that same slow blinking mannerism as Talari - I'd love to know what that means." The Latina shook her head, t...
Warning: Contains The Walking Dead spoilers. "Mmm oh baby" cooed Teyonah Parris, laying flat on a kingsized bed, her hands cuffed to the slats of the headrest with white fur handcuffs, a matching satin mask over her eyes. Lacy white suspenders held up a pair of stockings to match and white stilettos adorned her feet. Her girlfriend Christina Hendricks w...
This is a story for Halloween and an entry for the 2018 competition. Feel free to comment and vote. There are dark themes, although there are no ghosts, ghouls or Winged Horsemen of the Apocalypse here. It is a disturbing account of human behaviour under pressure - how does a person react under stress? Would you pick a fight or take flight? Without time to...
G'day, yeah I'm back. This was supposed to be ready as part of the Aussie lit day back in November but as usual life got in the way. I'm not sure that romance is exactly right as the category but it's the closest fit I could find. I've split the story in three bite sized parts and they were all submitted together. If you want to wait and read it all in one...
The hit man walked to the parking garage that disfigured the far western side of the shopping center and took the stairs to the third floor. He used the automatic key to unlock the doors of his rented BMW 330Cic convertible, silver-blue with a black leather interior. At the hotel he'd said that he was a master carpenter called in to work on a fancy house som...