Scripts- The Wicked Witches Chapter One - Preliminaries Halloween is my girlfriend's favorite holiday. In our household, Halloween ranks even more important than Christmas or birthdays. Dee spends weeks getting ready for Halloween, buying and preparing decorations, selecting outfits, and by the time she's finished every year our house has been transformed...
Poetry is the language of love and should be used time and again to spice up your private life. And during the lockdown period we need it more than ever. Let's face it we're not playing games here. This is a serious business. Apart from the role play and the humour and satire bit. So, to sum up... We're playing games here, and this is a bit of a joke. Rega...
This is a Halloween contest story. Too many readers don't vote. Please vote. I need the support of your vote. Witches love full moons, especially during Halloween, when a wicked witch has her wicked way with a 40-year-old virgin. * Johnny sat at a bar minding his own business with his only friend, a cold beer, keeping him company. A regular, he came to A...
Flora Radisson gets just what she wants when the townsfolk burn her at the stake. "Flora Radisson, under the laws of the Commonwealth of Salem Massachusetts, on this day of our Lord in 1692, I find you guilty of witchery, witchcraft, wizardly, sorcery, and conjuring," said the Honorable Judge Robert Hall. "Do you have anything to say for yourself before I p...
Halloween, ahhhhhh finally, her favorite holiday of all. She slips into her costume, smoothing the black stockings over her long legs, rubbing the bare strip just above the wide band of lace. She sighs softly, ohhhhhhhh, this will be fun tonight. She slips the gossamer gown over her shoulders, adjusting her breasts, taking the time to knead the sensitive tip...
'We want you to make us look beautiful, sexy and perfect.' Regina's voice did not tremble as she spoke her wish to the witch. Tertia, her sister, stood next to her, holding a torchlight so that they could see into the cell in front of them. The witch crept up from the dirty cave floor and stepped into the flickering torchlight. With dirt stained fingers sh...
John Hancock, the world-famous African-American superhero stood atop the Hancock Tower in the City of Chicago's opulent North Michigan Avenue. From this magnificent edifice, he could see the entirety of metropolitan Chicago and the rest of the State of Illinois. Ever since John Hancock left the City of Los Angeles, California, he'd been constantly on the mov...
Lily's soup was delicious. She had loaded it like a baked potato minus the sour cream, but with extra chives and real bacon bits and tons of cheese. Rogue had had a bowl and a half of soup while Antonio had helped himself to two large helpings and had offered to take the left overs home. Lily had been more than content with the outcome. She even wrote down h...
Hannah was dead. Jack could tell because he'd heard the wicked witch chanting right before his older sister had sank first to her knees, then to all fours and finally slumped over. Blood oozed from her eyes, nose, mouth and ears pooling beneath her face. She wasn't moving, not even a little. She had to be dead. Jack hoped. He didn't want to think about her...
This story is an allegory of a real life relationship that developed in my life. It helped me cope with disappointment, and to perhaps be better able to accept the reality that had crashed upon my infatuated fantasy. I cope with the friendship better now, having decided that staying a part of her life is better than nothing, yet there are times when the attr...