I woke up, my head was foggy and as I opened my eyes I could barely see my surroundings. I was in a dimly lit room, maybe a cave more than a room. It smelt damp and earthy. I heard whimpering from somewhere behind me. I turned to look and I saw a group of people huddled together in some sort of caged off area. I tested my legs and slowly got up. There was...
From Michael Stone's Journal: "I have never attempted to write down anything. It was unnecessary before. It was, in fact, against the rules. Hunters are not allowed to have any written record of their activities, except for what reports they file at the headquarters of The Organization. Everything we do must be kept secret. The world is not ready for the tr...
This story is dedicated to a Woman without whom there would have been no idea and no story. She knows who she is. -- Her eyes were fixed on the belt holding together his black robe. Partially it was in deference, but she also needed something to concentrate on. The cocktail of drugs she had been given in the village were making her feel light headed and i...
Hey everyone!!! Thanks for all the feedback last time! I got 10 comments and votes! Keep them coming, let's see if we can get more comments and votes for this one! I really appreciate constructive criticism, so anything that might improve my writing (be helpful, not mean) bring it on!!! Thanks a bunch!!! ~CA1605 The morning sun filtered in through the open...
Lesley rushed breathlessly down the opulent corridor, her bare feet padding on the luxurious, cold marble. The fingers of her left hand were looped through the straps of her four-inch stilletoes and her right hand grasped her matching clutch bag. She panted for air, her ample bosom heaving underneath her low-cut embroidered gown and tight corsets. The pearl...
Chapter 9 – 'Till statues part Michelle was already seated when Jenny and Sarah walked into the maths class. Sarah departed for her seat after wishing her friend good luck – softly. Then Jenny had to seat herself next to Michelle. They did not look at each other or greet each other. The teacher quickly and efficiently explained to them that they would be d...
My life at school was fairly uneventful. I wasn't brilliant academically. I wasn't a talented sportsman, actor or musician. I wasn't one of the popular children. I wasn't in physical fear from bullying, although there was a lot of teasing, name calling and 'jokes' that were funny for everyone else. It was one particular practical joke that went much further...
This is the revised version of this story, and I am hoping to produce more chapters sooner or later. Also, please vote, and send feedback. I appreciate feedbacks a great deal, since they are how we get "paid" here at Lit. Thanks! * * * * Arnemagne the Mage felt a shiver of joy flow down through his aged body as he came to fully realize what it was that he...
[18:55] NemikShCoG has entered the room. [18:56] TehyaSH: Hey I didn't feel like sitting in there [18:56] TehyaSH: specially when I got a slave the needs to work [18:56] *NemikShCoG strolls into the main hall from My chambers* [18:56] NemikShCoG: yes, I opened this up for a while, but no-one came [18:56] pepperTPS has entered the room. [18:57] TehyaS...
It was an afternoon in Vichy, a sunny August afternoon of lazy ambling ambience and we were lounging our way through occasional window shopping in the ludicrously expensive ornate arcades and regular coffees, with the prospect of a pint or two by the bandstand before the evening struck. Beautiful people strolled by beneath the plain trees, the sun blazed thr...