Around 4 a.m., with my arms around Becky's warmth, my face nestled in her hair, I sank into a deep, Mariana Trench sleep. A sleep so ocean deep, nothing, short of a bomb planted by Jacques Cousteau under the bed, would wake me up. When I finally cracked opened my eyes, the clock next to the bed said it was 5 a.m.. After blinking out the blurriness, I reali...
Here's a shorty that made me smile as I wrote it. I hope it does the same for you! * The best part of the zombie apocalypse? Chicks dig it when you save their lives. I'm serious. They really do, even if you're built like me. I'm not the tallest guy in town or the savviest or the best looking. I'm about as average as you can get. I'm five feet, ten inches t...
= = = = = = = = = = = = = = Chapter 4 - Midnight Run = = = = = = = = = = = = = = Gayle started talking rapid-fire before the door was fully open. "Michael it's Lorraine she's in trouble I think and I don't..." she stopped talking mid-sentence as the picture became clear to her. I pulled out of what's-her-name's ass with an audible pop. As I stood up, cu...
Hey Everyone, So this is the completely edited version of So, I'm Not a Vampire? I decided to post it on lit because I realized not posting my stories really solves nothing. Having them remove one of my stories was the first and only bad thing that's happened to me on lit. Am I angry? Yeah, but life goes on. And plus lit fans are way too awesome to leave....
A lot of people talk about the good old days before the Plague, as if they were something to be proud of. Me? I'm doing much better now than I ever did back then. Think about it, for just a minute. No cops, no taxes, no speed limits, no government, and if some asshole gets in your way, you can shoot his ass to kingdom come. No murder charges, no arrests an...
You wake in the middle of the forest. Last night was the first night of the full moon. You had two nights left before you could return to humanity and another month before the cycle would repeat itself. As usual, you found yourself naked, in a clearing, covered in blood. He didn’t like clothes. He liked to hunt during the night, and fill your belly with raw...
Authors Note: Alas this is a fairly long prologue which is depressingly remiss of any action of the carnal type, however, I think it's important to set the scene a bit. If you don't really care too much about plot and just want some action try moving onto to chapter 1:) Thanks for reading let me know what you think! *** Prologue I tracked left and right w...
TO READERS: Disregard the spelling and grammer. This is still a story in progress. Every so often I'll go through to tweak the story or add additional details. For the most part the events shouldn't change. Please feel free to leave any comments. Enjoy My name is Richard Everhard but everyone calls me Dick, Dick Everhard. I'm a simple guy. I lived alone in...
Aragorn pressed his ear to the ground. The wind went still and he listened for the footsteps of his prey. The he leapt from the ground and sprinted into the forest, bow and arrow in hand. The wind wiped through the long black strands of his hair. From behind a large oak tree Aragorn could see a large stag. He readied his arrow and pulled back on the string....
Hey all! Annabelle here with the next chapter of HFHM! Can you believe I've been writing this story for a year now? I'm still in disbelief, and it's so awesome to open up the Works page here on Lit and be able to see how many people have read and enjoyed this story of mine. With this chapter, I am gearing up for the grand finale of part 2. If you are just...