Mc, mf, md, gr, hu Synopsis: Mythical beings try to raise money by selling wishing rocks. Warnings: Let's keep it simple- if illegal or immoral for you to read adult stories, don't read this one. It can be reposted in any completely free archive as long as it is complete and includes my name. * Knock knock Joe answered the door and saw a big blue rabbit...
Before you begin reading, know this: This story contains lesbians, pirates, violence, a little bit of gore (but we are not here for guro), and story. It does not contain anyone who is under 18 years of age. * * * Fog poured past the woman's legs. Her mind was numb, not fully realizing the gray, dream-like world around her. She could feel sand against her...
The Changing Stone: A small smooth stone that can fit in your hand. It seems normal, but glows when the holder utters a wish. However, those whose wishes are brought to life by the stone often realize that the stone has twisted them so that they are not as enjoyable as they thought they would be. The stone is indestructible, and there is no limit to what it...
Me and Jane are brother and sister. One day Jane suggested we go for a hike in the woods. I am not really an outdoorsy person but I went along because I had nothing better to do. We live in a very woody area so over the course of our lives we have found many paths in the backyard around around our property. We started down the path that we always take which...
A cold thunderous wall rose up behind me a huge horrible wall, and it was all wrong to soon. A granite hand wrapped around the back of my head and finger clasped onto my face. Yanking me back off my knees, Father for whom else could it be, swept me across the floor. Talons of pain pierced my head, rage poured off him and a striped away any courage to fight....
It was the beginning of the season, a bright new start screamed from the skies and a fresh dewy smell permeated the air. It was a season where the story started anew as it ended for good. It was an unusual spring to say the least, the rain was relentless, forcing everyone to take shelter lest the lightening lick their limbs and the thunder shake their bones....
Curled on her side on the damp cold floor, Eleanor shivered in the light of the moon shining through the barred opening high on the tower. How many hours had it been? Ten? Fifteen? It seemed like time was grinding by so slowly. The moon had only moved the smallest amount, a span of four or five hours at the most, yet forever had passed in those moments. From...
Snow awoke from her slumber. The stench of urine, unwashed floors, and decay assaulted her nose immediately. She felt as if her head was swimming in a glass of water. Groggily, she lifted her heavy lids to look about the dark room… Room… That was a very loose word for the area. Three stone walls coated with dirt and grime; the fourth a mere barricade of iron...
Doug and Leigh were hiking through the woods, he was in front of her and she admired him from behind. The boy had a nice butt, she thought, and she enjoyed looking at him even more than she did at the scenery. Not that the scenery wasn't beautiful, they were hiking in the woods along a river, and she loved to look out across the river at the far bank as well...
Long, long ago there dwelt, in the city of Athens, a sculptor named Pygmalion. He it was who, at an early age, came of the opinion that women were the cause of men's ills, and so early he came to despise them. Yet, although he scorned their presence, still he admired their physical forms and set about to create a statue more lovely, more desirous, more lif...