Author's note: Undoubtedly, this issue's been addressed with innumerable 'how to' guides across the web. If what I've offered below doesn't work for you, find your favourite search engine and 'give it a burl'. How To... Overcome writer's block. My way. Not necessarily your way, but shooting or beating your monitor won't help. Well, it might give you momen...
"All I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by."--John Masefield, "Sea-Fever" (1902) I. "Did they explain why?" "Come to bed." "Did they say anything at all? A hint?" "It's exactly what you think." "O ... fucking hell. And you're going?" "Yes." "When? How much time do we have?" "Hours ... minutes ... they're coming for me right now." "What?!...
If you're reading this, you probably think you have writer's block. You want to write but you can't. You have this piece you desperately want to get out, but, every time you sit down to it, you totally freeze. Or you can only write crap. Or you never seem to sit down to it at all because there's always a kitchen to tidy or a call you have to make and then th...
Michael settled his new VR helmet on his head, relaxed into his gaming chair and logged into his desktop. He was an hour early for the release, but he had planned for this day for two weeks. Ever since he saw that pre-release trailer Iona was all he could think about. He wasn't the only one. All of the internet was abuzz with the rumors and gossip from the...
I was 19. Soon to have a word processor but years away from the internet. In other words, I'm old now, but I was young then. It was the summer after my sophomore year. I had spent the early morning at a local swimming pool, where guys from my high school swim team did workouts. Like many of my efforts, I'd suffered that morning without any real plan--I wasn'...
This is a slow burn and doesn't currently contain sex, though future chapters will eventually have some. Many thanks to Dazmine for helping me edit this. Emily shuffled downstairs around noon, wearing pajama pants and a t-shirt and clutching her head. She brightened up when she saw me on the couch in the living room, breaking into a smile. "You're still...
Hey guys I'm so sorry about how long it's been since I've updated. I had Ch 4 just about completed, when sadly my laptop crashed and died, completely wiping my hard drive as it went (RIP Laptop 2013-2015). Being the poor college student I am, it took me a couple months before I could afford to buy my new one and restart on all of my GOL adventures and any ot...
I stared at the computer in frustration, praying for divine intervention. Nothing happened; there was no flash of genius or a voice booming down from the heavens. It was just I, sitting alone, watching the cursor to my word processor blink in reminder that I should be typing a story. I checked the clock on my computer and saw that I'd been staring at the sam...
It was late afternoon when I was born, in the summer. I was conceived from the humidity of your imagination; languid and golden-skinned, faintly exotic and tasting of spiced chocolate. You were in your bedroom, surrounded by your history books and your well-worn copies of D.H. Lawrence and Henry Miller. You had your hand on your cock, and you were dreaming m...
Well it seems the verdict is in, the great literary minds of the Literotica Survivor Contest have made it official: the eight hundred word story has now replaced the seven hundred fifty word story as the new standard for crap. Yes, the seven hundred fifty word story, the scourge of last year's contestants, seems to have faded into the Survivor Archiv...