It was a day like any other on Sunbeach Island. It was hot and sunny, just a few white clouds staining the light blue sky. There were many ships in the harbor, from nutshells to war ships, their owners as different as the numerous ships. Pirates, bounty hunters, merchants, travelers, marine soldiers and even, once in a while, a slave trader. Some of them see...
My name was Roy and You were my mom you were cute blond with blue eyes, and you knew I was getting bullied by a kid named Peter. You were obviously concerned for me because you were my mom. You of course invited him over for a discussion on the matter. He knocks at the door, and you answer the door. It shocked you at how hot he was you said “please come in l...
A harsh wind blew down out of the Sierra Madre's, carrying with it tiny bits of rock and dust that stung exposed skin and wore away rocks. The sun beat down relentlessly on the valley floor, raising the temperature to the point that nothing moved in the heat of the day unless it was a dire emergency. A gray wolf lay in her den under the natural overhand cre...
Chapter 7 – An English Honeymoon Maddie squealed in delight as the plane lifted into the air. Even with Dave explaining the concept of flight to her, it was still the most surreal experience she had ever felt in her life. Though Dave could have simply teleported them to England, he didn't want to rob Maddie of the exhilaration of her first flight. It was t...
"Hmm, this is delicious, I love Type-A blood," Adriel Brown said to himself, as he savored the last drops of blood in the survivor's body, before discarding the cooling corpse. Normally, like most conscientious Vampires, Adriel would snap the corpse's neck to make sure that it did not reanimate. In a world full of Zombies, however, he had to amend this habit...
Post Script 4 - Notes on the life and goals of Vladim Dukov Vladim Dukov as a political leader US foreign policy analysts, journalists, and political commentators usually described Prime Minister Vladim Dukov as a cerebral and complex political figure, a leader whose motives for doing things were not always clear. He did not operate from any recognizable...
"Don't listen to anybody. Nobody knows the magic bullet. If they did, they'd sell it and make a fortune. Follow your gut. Follow your instincts. Every once in a while, take a chance." - Michael Cudlitz Samantha looked around her second-floor room in her parents' home. It was like a 5-star hotel suite with a furnished living room that included designer furni...
(Author's note: This story is an entry into FAWC (Friendly Anonymous Writing Challenge), a collaborative competition among Lit authors. FAWC is not an official contest sponsored by Literotica, and there are no prizes given to the winner. This FAWC was based around the theme of music, with four songs given to choose from. The song that inspired this story was...
Interlude II The Bloodstained Blonde "What resplendence, what beauty! Poetry in motion is to die and walk among the star flowers for a mere glimpse at divinity, to toil in a god's name for years to hear the voice of your patron? The things we do in the name of connecting to our gods are nearly limitless and in the end we can only but glimpse at the power...
Naomi lightly sighed as the entered in the last line of code. One of thousands, colored text stretching for megabytes upwards on the screen of the monitor. From her seat, she glanced over to her years-long labor sitting in the center of the basement. Not much too look at; simply two large metal rings, one at the top and bottom, connected by a pole with com...