You are the Tharn. Your preferred form is basically a ball of slime given sentience by each cell of your body communicating with the others like some kind of amorphous brain. Though you can technically assume any form you have a difficult time forming load-bearing structures like legs or rigid tissues like bones. Your body was basically a glob of muscle/brai...
Susan Storm-Richards floated in the Negative Zone, her communicator was totally busted. "Why did I not listen to Reed, I shouldn't have come here alone." She had responded to a signal from Rosetta Stone, a high ranking political figure in Shadow City, one of the many places in the Negative Zone that the Fantastic Four had visited. Now here she was...
The ad in the college newspaper read "make $500 for being a model in a photo shoot." The photo shoot must be nude, I thought. Why else would they offer so much money? The next ad read "$5.25 an hour sweeping floors in the student union." Next. "Make big money selling factory equipment over the phone! Unlimited potential!" Yeah right, unlimited potential. Mos...
Slowly the world came back to Walter. Crap! This was getting to be a bad habit. Slowly he sat up in bed and two things were instantly apparent. One; he was whole and unharmed, and two; he was naked. "Good, you've woken. I was afraid I was too late." Walter nearly jumped out of his skin. He traced the voice to the corner of his room where a girl knelt on...
Once again, she misbehaved to the displeasure of her Sir. Six months ago, she admitted her submissive tendencies to herself and found Him not long thereafter. He has been training her for a few months now and she cannot believe that she keeps making the same mistakes. What will He do to her? He is not sadistic in any way, but He is also not going to let offe...
Epilogue Sandra found herself in a drugged daze lying on a pile of hessian sacks that seemed to rock to a gentle rhythm beneath her. As more of her senses returned to her she realised she was in a goods wagon on a train. Her body seemed slow to respond to her brains instructions as her head turned slowly to take in her surroundings and to assess what was ha...
Even though she had wealth, wore the best designer clothes, and had hairstylists give her the best cut and color, cosmeticians remove her facial hair, give her facials and do her makeup, had personal chefs prepare her strict yet delicious dietary menus, personal trainers plan her exercise targets and routine, and a plastic surgeon nip and tuck away her wrink...
He had been here for...what? 15 minutes? Not even, J.T. thought, as he glanced at his watch. But he already knew it was a bad idea. J.T. scanned the sea of faces for someone, anyone, familiar, but all he saw were middle-aged faces. Maybe he knew some of them, but after 20 years how he could he tell? In 1985, J. Arthur Younger High School had been the center...
For thousands of years, we have lived among you. Those of us you call Gods. Lately, we haven't been around. Ever wonder why? It's not because of the rise of Christianity and Islam along with Buddhism that the Gods of Paganism have vanished. There is another reason why. Simply put, we've been dying. There are many forces out there which can snuff the life of...
NOTE: The following essay was sent to the author via OuijaMail, a new mobile app that promises to be the next Instagram. Its proprietary technology allows correspondence between contemporary authors and historical figures. The sender of this essay claims to be Samson, a legendary barbarian warrior from the Middle Ages. According to an unpublished essay by Jo...