"Hunh?" Liv asked, slurping up some brain. Ravi stared at her in patient apoplexy. Liv thought sometimes he was jealous he didn't get to eat brains, which were perfectly tempting once she put them through some prep: in this case, involving a pasta maker. Certainly looked better than anything he could get from Sizzler. "I said, have you imagined the possibil...
Present Day Waking before six, I put on running gear and went down to my home gym for the first time in years. The room was dark and dusty, and I pulled the cover off the treadmill before plugging it in. Turning on the stereo, I cranked some Pink Floyd while I ran. I was breathing hard after ten minutes; I wasn't a young wolf anymore, and my fitness had...
This was inspired after I watched The Hunger Games. Plot summary: a group of us stuck in the woods try to outwit a bloodthirsty maniac that no one knew had escaped from a mental hospital, not even the prison guards or cops. I know it's not original. Think Predator with a Friday the 13th feel to it. All characters are based on people in my life but with diffe...
Evan awoke to confusion. He was lying on a cold hard flat surface, perhaps a concrete floor, in complete darkness. He felt a dull throb in his head and he was stiff and cold. He had no idea where he was, nor how he had gotten there. Evan cautiously sat up. He concluded he was in one piece with no significant injuries, with just a sore spot on his left shoul...
A part of Liv would miss happy-go-lucky brain, but ever since the boat, she preferred to take life as it was, rather than how she'd like it to be. Otherwise, she would've taken a Scientology pamphlet a long time ago. New brain was a case of autoerotic asphyxiation, and in a woman no less. Liv almost felt proud. Took dedication for a girl to be that into ma...
[This started with a story by Casey Edwards called 'Dawn's Friends'. It isn't, even implicitly, a criticism of that story. But it made me think about how the relationships described would work, and how I would handle the basic scenario differently. This is a first cut. I've already done a second cut, but it isn't any longer an erotic story; it's become more...
Leanna Cavanagh typed a message into her phone, to her friend and sometime lesbian lover, Gabby Thomas. "Hi sweetie... Hope uni is still going well... don't forget it is Liv's 18th in a couple of weeks and we said we were going to give her a party she would never forget... are you still up for it?" Gabby was in a lecture eyeing a rather dishy black girl s...
Disclaimer: I do not own iZombie. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. ***** Peyton Charles was reviewing her files on the Mr Boss case. Or at least that's what she should be doing. What she was being paid to do. But she wasn't. She felt guilty for it, but she couldn't stop thinking about what had been happening lately with her best frie...
Liv walked down the cracked side walk. She pulled her black, woolen waistcoat around her against the early spring chill. Above her, street lights started to come on and they floated ahead of her like ghostly orbs in the fog. She kept her head down, turned up the collar on her coat, and made her way down the street through crowds of people who were making the...
I woke the next morning. Liv and Jen were on my right cuddled together, with Jen closest to me. They were looking intently at a phone and silently giggling with each other over what they were reading. "Morning you two." I said quietly. "One sec babe, we're doing research." Liv said with a wide smile on her face. "Oh, yes, very interesting this is." Jen s...