Ariel Brown, Paranormal Investigator (Intro) Hello, my name is Abigale Wright, I know, not that interesting of a name. I'm a rather shy girl, age 18. I have short, black hair and soft tanned skin. I'm about 5' 4" in height, and I'm only slightly chubby. I have rather small breasts, much to my annoyance, and a well rounded bubble butt.Ariel Brown, Paranormal Investigator (Intro)13 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters
You may be wondering why I'm telling you, a complete stranger, all these things. Well, a lot of it you wont believe and I'm also to shy to tell my family these things. So, who better to tell than the forever judging eyes of the Internet?
Anyway, I'm getting off track. This, my reader, is the story about how I, Abigale Wright, met Ariel Brown, Paranormal Investigator.
It was a cold, rainy day when the bus dropped me off at the entrance to Fairfield College. A prestigious, historical college that had been around for a century, or some where close to that age. My dad had been able to pay for my tuition with a family connection or a favor from a friend. As I carried by two du
S.D. breakfastThe orange Star Nomad hummed softly, turning over in the large bed and reached out his arm to cuddle with his overlord husband... but only felt nothing. Blinking awake, Wander sat up noticing he was alone in bed and Hater wasn't anywhere to be seen. That's funny, Hater normally liked sleeping in...S.D. breakfast18 hours ago in Short Stories
"Felix, be careful with that."
"I got it, Dad."
Voices were coming from the kitchen. Curious, Wander climbed out of bed grabbing his large green hat.
"That looks too heavy for you."
"I said I got it!"
"Keep it down, you two. You don't want to wake Mommy, do you?"
He started down the stairs, keeping an eye on the entrance to the kitchen where the voices were coming from.
"Dad, aren't those going to burn like that?"
"That was only one time, Hope. Help your brother get the breakfast tray ready."
He peeked in, taking in the sight of his family; Hater wearing a pink apron and flipping a flapjack before noticing his smaller husband by the door. Two little nomads peeked from behind the counter; one
Murder Death KillI murdered him today. I took a short, sharp knife and plunged it in to the stiff skin, all the way through, and began wiggling it. Repeated thrusts combined with a ripping motion helped tear through and expose the insides.Murder Death Kill20 hours ago in Short Stories
It was a pumpkin, of course. But I couldn't help think and wonder if it was somehow a living being. As vegetation goes, pumpkins are probably more like human beings than anything else. They have the tough outer skin, a skin of sorts, and when ripped open they are filled with stringy entrails and hot air. Pumpkins have guts, like people.
As I scooped out the pumpkin guts, I wondered... was it in pain? Did it know what was happening to it, right then, as I was slicing and scraping like an obstetrician doing a D&C? Perhaps it was screaming inside right now, the way surgery patients do when the sedatives wear off before they should, but they are still paralyzed and unable to move.
I knew that soon after you opened and scooped a pumpkin, it would rot. I figured that was b
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My thumb and index finger join in a circle; the other three digits splay comb-like from my hand and remain erect while the rest of me slouches over the gunwale of the boat and out of smiling Mark’s sight. The last entry in my log reads “dive #76” but I cannot suppress a pang of anxiety as the familiar sensation of frothing salt water cocoons my fetal posture.
The bubbles clear and I slowly turn to a languid kick of my left flipper. Clear the perimeter around the boat, five meters. I ascend a foot’s worth and float my bust above the undulating grey. Joseph is waiting to run quickly over the benchmarks of the dive a final time. We agree I should lead the way. I keep my eyes open to measure the waterline as it fills the goggles’ vision with a translucent screen. I feel buoyant and rotund despite the deflated and emaciated jacket dragging against my shoulders. The belt no longer feels tighter: the weights cease to cut into my hips.
The reef is protec
Missing: Part One Where was it? This was the question that had consumed most of my morning as I feverishly ransacked my own home. I had long since forgotten exactly what I was looking for but still searched as it was in my head that I had indeed lost something and this thing was of such great importance that it simply had to be found immediately. I stopped myself for the twentieth or so time to reevaluate the order of my search. The state of my apartment was deplorable to say the least. There was no end to the mountain of rubbish and the only clear space on the floor was a narrow path that lead from the door to the coffee maker, wound to the kitchen, straight shot to the couch, and then ended in the bedroom. This path was well worn and seemed to warn against any idea of leaving it as you would be lost forever in the chaos that would put a dedicated hoarder to shame. The search. I hurried over to the couch and looked under it. A ten dollar bMissing: Part One17 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters