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“We’ll let you go if you give us Daniel Murrillo!” Aron shouted up at George in the dreamscape.
George laughed. “You think you are in a situation to be making deals? I fucking control you right now.”
“It’s not real! None of it is real, George!” Aron shouted back, trying to believe the statement himself.
The nightmare watched the scene of the spindly dolls dancing around on their pin-shaped feet below him. Aron had pushed himself behind the Virgin Mary, hanging onto her marble shroud like it was actual cloth. Tie was desperately trying to blend his color-changing body into the scene surrounding him, but the awful, Dalí-esque dream was morphing at every second. Yuma was too scared and was pissing himself in a corner, while the rest of Aron’s gang cowered motionless in the church on the pews, trying to avoid the growing lava at their feet.
Dylan and Jorel, those g
Dead Bite: An Undead Story 58 Dead Bite: An Undead Story 58Dead Bite: An Undead Story 58 2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
“Part 6: The Story of Danny Continued”
“When I was reborn, I could suddenly hear everything.” The sensation was something he could never describe to anyone – the sudden flood of sound, which he had never experienced before. It was scary and thrilling and overwhelming. Matt’s other senses were hindered by this newfound thing called hearing. Matt continued, “We all take on traits of our previous selves in our cambion forms. The others speculate that I became a bump because of my hearing loss. I was so keen to the vibrations of the world, the power just came naturally to me.”
Matt was now lying on the bottom prison bunk, and Danny was sitting across from him in a chair.
“Why did you get your hearing? Doesn’t the transformation only restore you to your original form? I mean, if you were born that way…”
Matt turned his face away from Da
Dead Bite: An Undead Story 52 Dead Bite: An Undead Story 52Dead Bite: An Undead Story 52 2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
“I knew it. I just fucking knew it,” George growled, hearing the news about Jorel’s new beau from Dylan. They were alone in a dark part of the warehouse’s basement, a leaky pipe echoing around them. Dylan’s post-coital cigarette was the only thing that lit the room, except George’s own burning eyes.
Dylan took a drag. “It was going to happen sometime or later. What you think? He’s going to be celibate all these years while you go dick down whoever you please, waiting until you get your bouts of wanting him? What’s it been since the last time you two fucked? Eight or nine years?”
George pushed Dylan in the chest. A little harder than he meant to. “We don’t fuck! We make love!”
“Fuck, love, whatever.”
Yes. Whatever it was.
George began to gnaw on his fingernails. He was lucky that Dylan had told him
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After the romp had ended, Dylan could hear hushed voices from behind George’s bedroom door. No doubt Jorel was teasing Arina again, since Dylan could feel her being turned on. Dylan could feel the frustration in her sexuality as Jorel obviously was standing his ground, and Arina had just been banged by a demon with an incubus intensifying her experience. They needed information, and a girl in heat was like a wine glass sitting on a ball when it came to secrets: they spill easily.
Dylan could make out her whimpers, then her trying to seduce Jorel back into the bed, but the cambion leader was persistent. Then she broke. She let all Aron’s need-to-know information loose. And Jorel thanked her for her treason properly. Dylan thought he should let Jorel take satisfaction alone this time in his conquest.
Waiting patiently on the couch, Danny was on edge. Dylan took a seat next to him and pulled hi
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The battle continued to rage as the opposing cambion gangs rushed at each other. Luckily, Matt had engaged Tie, who was also a weaker demon. Matt stomped on the ground, sending a shockwave over to the dreamcatcher, but Tie flipped off to the side, avoiding the quake.
From the corner of his eye, Matt saw Jordon battling Arina, even through his sickened state. They were locked in a wrestle, Arina’s arms pinned behind her back, but Jordon suffered a coughing fit and released her. The siren fell to the ground, rolling to a braced kneeling position. She launched herself at the imp, and unable to fight her off, he was soon beneath her.
Matt rushed to Jordon’s side, clapping his hands together and creating a pop that frightened both Jordon and Arina. The air tremored with the thunderous boom. It was followed quickly by a rumbling deep in the earth.
Everyone stopped, including Matt. The sound was too stro
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George wasn’t sure what it was, but it felt like a surge had went straight through his heart. His eyes opened, and he was awake—but it was like an alertness brought on by drugs.
His eyes scanned the area, and before him was Aron’s crew. George could see Aron screaming their names and pointing for them to guard or attack, but the names were only mouthed out. They had released their demonic forms, and they were poised in the middle of battle.
Arina. The siren’s bandana covered up her fair face, which was no doubt beautiful as well—the female demon was the legend incarnate that brought sailors to their death. She hunched over, her claws held before her as she backed up at her leader’s command.
Truth, although also a sandman, was quite horrific in his natural appearance with pasty pale gray skin, gnashing fangs, and sunglasses to cover up whatever horrors lied beneath. His lips still moved
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Jordon had been alone for hours. The doctor hadn’t come back to the hospital room, and all the other patients had been wheeled out of there for now. The room was kept pitch black unless someone entered, and that hadn’t been in what?—Two, four, eighteen hours?
The imp had also lost track of the days. He slept whenever he could fall asleep, but he assumed that the times he was the sleepiest were times when the sun was out. He thought maybe three days had passed, but then again, maybe it was a week. Maybe it was more. He had no way to tell.
When the doctor did enter the room, he was always performing tests on Jordon. Drawing blood. Examining the marks on his body. Taking swabs. Just sitting, watching from the corner.
A few times, the doctor tried to incite Jordon to use his powers. He beat him with some long object, but even if Jordon had wanted to levitate the weapon away and
Dead Bite: An Undead Story 48 Dead Bite: An Undead Story 48Dead Bite: An Undead Story 48 2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
“Part 5: The Story of Matt”
Danny had claimed his prize. Matt willingly returned to his rescuer’s cell during open time. Danny settled down on his cot, and Matt leaned against the wall across from him. The curly-haired cambion smirked. “That was awesome.”
“Yeah, it was,” his friend replied with an equally-wide grin on his face.
The mohawked criminal had succumbed to Danny’s spell, and he had yet to wake. Security had rushed over to aid the man, and no one could figure out was wrong with him. After checking the body, a medic declared that the inmate must have been in a coma, and he was taken to the hospital ward. It was actually kind of scary to think that Danny was powerful enough to put somebody out for good.
Matt picked at a rough spot on the wall. “So now you’ve got me. What’s your genius plan to get us out?” He alrea
Batman: La Nourriture Delicieuse“My dear colleagues now that we are all here and have become acquainted with one another I must insist that we make our way to the dining room where I have prepared a special meal for our first gathering.” A tall and lean cut man instructed, extending an arm in the direction of the lavishly decorated room.Batman: La Nourriture Delicieuse1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
“There’s food? Why didn’t you fucking say so chef?” Brightfame asked pushing his way through the others to get a seat at the long oak table first. As though the plates upon plates of food would disappear on him.
A blonde woman around the same age who was covered almost head to toe in varying shades of pink “tsked” at the blue skinned male. “For the one with lightning powers you are rather thunderous and rude. I have half a mind to show you what sound can really do.” Her jaw tensing.
“Easy Crescendo. Brightfame is just … excited.” Robbie Greene assured her, resting a palm upon her shoulder as he gently escor
BBRae BreatheBreatheBBRae Breathe5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Sunny, no clouds and a nice cool breeze, I love Saturdays. Especially since we're at the park for a bar-b-q-picnic thing for "team bonding". Can't we ever just chill and hang out without it having to mean anything, sheesh Robin. Speaking of Rob, he and Star are playing tag just like the friggin' adorable couple they are. The smell of hamburger meat comes wafting through the air and I turn my attention to Cyborg, who's grilling some animal for lunch. And just like every other moment of my pathetic life, I'm sitting here thinking of ways I can confess my feelings to Raven. She's so pretty....no; not pretty, beautiful. Beautiful is the right word though it doesn't express the radiance she has. Damn, what am I saying, I should just stop because there is no way in hell, SHE is going to go out with ME.
She's levitating/sitting cross-legged in the air with a book on her lap. She isn't wearing her cloak today, which is unusual; now she's only wearing her leotard and revealing more, not
Nightmare on King James StreetThere wasn’t much going on King James Street that day. The doors were closed, the shutters blocking out the world. Fruit drinks cans and newspapers skittered around on the pavement, the politicians grinning on the front page. A burnt out car sat on the corner, rusted pieces of metal sticking out at awkward angles, as if daring anyone to get closer.Nightmare on King James Street2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
And a human head, rolling lazily down the road.
No one knew the name of the man who used to own it. One of the eyes was closed, the other rotted away so that only a black hole remained, staring indefinitely. The owner had probably been young - the hair had been badly dyed at one point, and a brown tinge was creeping out from under the blonde. There was a hole in the lip when a piercing had been torn out, probably in the same fight that had decapitated the man, and the nose was broken. The entire face was caked in blood, some of it old, some of it new. Under it all, it might once have been considered attractive, maybe even have made the
Godly Relationships 85: Your GiftsYou've got an array of talents that need to be refined. All people possess special gifts-bestowed from the Father above-and you are no exception. But, your gift is no guarantee of success; it must be cultivated-by you-or it will go unused...and God's gift to you will be squandered.Godly Relationships 85: Your Gifts2 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
Today, make a promise to yourself that you will earnestly seek to discover the talents that God has given you. Then, nourish those talents and make them grow. Finally, vow to share your gifts with the world for as long as God gives you the power to do so. After all, the best way to say "Thank You" for God's gifts is to use them.
What's your question?My beloved child, I am not like those leaders who challenged my Son, hoping to disporve him and exalt themselves. The proud love to prey on theose they counsider weak, but I never look to trap the unwary or embarrass those who thirst for knowledge. So don't be afraid to ask me any question you have. And don't think that I will be offended by you asking. I can handle your toughest dilemmas and even your deepest doubts.What's your question?3 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
When you come to me with the difficult questions, you only get to know me better. And the more you come to know me, the more you'll see that what I cherish is your genuine pursuit of me.
Spending my nights with YFM -BenatarSpending my nights with YFM -BenatarSpending my nights with YFM -Benatar2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
You walk over to Benatar, He lifts his head and smiles. 'Hi!' His accent is so cute, and you feel your stomach doing flips!
'Hi! Whatcha doing?' You don't care if you're nosy. 'Oh, just um drawing... Nothing special.' It may be nothing special, but he's hiding it from you. You smile, and ask if you can sit by him. He nods, and put the drawing away in his pocket. This is awkward... You think to yourself. Then he said 'So, how have you been?' 'Hmm. Good, Cold though. Its been freezing recently!' 'Yeh, Its kinda annoying when Axel forgets to pay the gas bill...'You laugh, and he smiles, he blushes as he asks this... 'So, Hows you boyfriend?' You look puzzled. 'What boyfriend? I haven't got a boyfriend.' You smile, and Benatar looks up and smiles too. 'Awesome! Well, I was only wondering anyway.' Axel walks over, ruffling your's and Benatar's hair. You smack him away and sort it out. While Benatar punches him in the arm. He rubs his arm the walks off. B
...But....The next day, she walked into......But....3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
... School... Her home... The Office...
And sat down next to her...
....Classmate.... Husband.... Colleague....
Without a word.
She put her hands on her knees, and stared into her lap. Outside the weather was....
...Nice.... Horrid.... Unimportant....
She didn't care. Everything was hurting now but, for a few hours, her life had been....
....Perfect.... Unblemished.... Hers...
Tears began to well in her eyes. Scalding her cheeks, they spilled sluggishly down her face. Embarrassing. Pathetic. Unneeded.
....Classmate.... Husband.... Colleague....
Looked at her with concern and, when he spoke, his words tattooed themselves across her lungs and heart.
'Are you okay?'
Inside, her organs strained against her ribcage. The tears continued to fall as she shook her head, 'No.'
He bit his lip, and leaned forward, placing a hand on her knee, 'What's the matter?'
Turning away from him, she said, 'I had a dream last night.'
Yes, Master. -- Pet-Play/BDSM StoryShe expected him. With a soft purr she waited, eyes glued to the door. A soft whine occasionally escaping. Her anticipation dampening the tiny pair of boy-short panties that fit snuggly across her hips; the only thing on her small form except a matching bra, her collar, cat ears and tail. The tags on her collar jingled softly as she glanced at the clock. Licking her lips, she glanced down at the tags on her collar that simply said "Master's Kitten", before her eyes returned to the door.Yes, Master. -- Pet-Play/BDSM Story3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Where was he?
Suddenly, footsteps. The jingle of keys. A soft whimper formed in her throat as the door's lock clicked quietly. The door swung open slowly, revealing the large Alpha male who had entered her Master's territory. However this was no random male, of course, but her Master himself. His large form dominated the doorway as he strode in with confidence. This was his house. His domain.
Her mind began to race as she watched him, every ounce of control being used to not moan with the fire he had al
ReminiscingThe first time Jack met Shane she was renting one of the manor’s rooms and refused to give her name, so his brother had named her Shane. Which somehow came from Ocean, but that’s a different story that understanding could cause insanity.Reminiscing1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
At the time, he was barely 18, and was on strict bed rest with a broken arm, and Shane decided to make sure he never left his room for a week.
The arm healed, Shane’s bossy nature never did.
Neither did her inexplicable love for the half breed she decided was her little brother, but that was a blessing or curse depending on the day.
Now Jack was twenty-two roughly, he had decided to never let anyone know his birthday after Shane, and Shane was still her own creature just as fickle and friendly as the sea. But with three younger brothers and lots of cousins and nieces and nephews.
Since, as Jack would put it, she was older than some of the seas and had the unfortunate tendency to eat her lovers, Sha
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Should of Worn UnderwearA few years ago I went to this party and I wore a dress to this party. But I wasn't able to put any underwear on because I ran out of underwear to wear so I had to go commando but I just guessed nothing was going to happen so it shouldn't matter but that was where I was wrong. Half way through the party a guy accidently fell backwards and ended up grabbing my dress and dragged it down with him. This action ended up fully exposing me to everyone at the party. I was so embarrassed I ended up crying and ended up running up stairs to my friend's room still fully naked leaving my dress behind. Later my friend came up and offered me some clothes including some underwear so I was good for the rest of the night but God that was so embarrassing.Should of Worn Underwear3 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
HandstandA long time ago.Handstand3 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
When I was about 7.
Well silly things happen at school but I never thought this would happen.
Me and 3 of my friends were playing on the field and we decided to do handstands and cartwheels. So we were doing that for about 2 minutes and I did about my 8th handstand. I was wearing one of those sort of school dress's thingy's not sure what it's actually called. So I went to do my handstand and I managed to maintain the handstand for a couple seconds but my dress slowly started to come down. I didn't really notice till I felt some wind blowing against my stomach. My dress then fell always up to my neck so I decided to get back up from the handstand to stop my undies from showing but once I got up I ended up losing my dress. So I stood up half naked in my light blue underwear with my dress on the grass. My friends noticed and started to kind of giggle and one of them got my dress for me so I tried to get it back on quickly before anyone noticed. Luck
My darling brotherMy darling brother,My darling brother2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I hope things are going well for you.
This summer has not shaped up how any of us expected, has it? To think that one year ago we were sitting in the lap of luxury, and now we are scattered to the ends of the continent in a miserable exile. It is unbearable to think of our cousins still feasting, draped in jewels, while we must content ourselves to live on their pity.
Forgive me. You asked, of course, about the rest of the family in your last letter. Grandfather has been horribly boring lately, sulking around and not doing anything. I know he misses having a kingdom, but really! I do not understand how he manages to spend so much time just lounging around.
I found Anne’s diary the other day, and to quote from it -
“While being away from home has its disadvantages, I like being surrounded by so many men that are not our relatives. It is a relief to be able to carry on an affair with one of them without having to worry that he is really our cook.
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It had been a dirty few weeks. They had been fucking in the back of the Tiger’s storeroom every night, and George was always eager to see his new beau. He loved the feel of human contact, the thrill of sex, the jealousy in Jorel when he had stumbled home near dawn with the stench of lust on him.
That night a fight had broken out at the speakeasy, and George knew he was to blame. He was extremely drunk and had lost his ability to control himself, and as he climaxed under his human toy’s touch, he had sent a wave of fear inside the bar. There was a murder, and the clients had scattered.
“What the fuck am I going to do?” Dylan said unsteadily, running his fingers through his thick curly hair. “Ardizzone is going to cut my balls off; he doesn’t need bad publicity, even in his underground ventures. And I think this guy might have been important.”
George felt the worry in his voi