Horror - Page 30

DREAMS Back in Katya’s apartment, they sat by the fire, wrapped in shawls and sipping sweetened tea. Neither had spoken much during the drive back from the countryside and they stared blankly into space until Katya broke the silence. “We are in danger” she said softly

Disclaimer: All sexual acts in this story are between people of 18 years or older Disclaimer: there are some extreme acts including rape and violence in this story. if you aren't into that sort of thing please don't read

A private party at The Cantina Club gets a little out of hand when a man dressed as a pilot from the Vietnam era comes into the club. = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = WARNING! All of my writing is intended for adults over the age of 18 ONLY

BIG FUCKING DISCLAIMER: Some people thought my tone was a bit dickish in this disclaimer, so please bear in mind that that's not my intention. First: this story is COMPLETELY FUCKING HORRIBLE (although, I hope, not horribly written)

Halloween, Carmen loved Halloween. It gave her a reason to dress like a slut. This year she wore a pair of pantyhose, a tight black skirt of latex that came up and made somewhat of a top

UNSEEN By Millie Dynamite The date was less than memorable he had been a total dud. She hadn’t even wanted to go out with him. The date was a set up by a friend wanting to get her out of her doldrums

Ok lets give some stats! Aron: 18 years old, 5"11, 170 lbs, mid length black hair skinny but somewhat athletic . Patrick: 48 years old, 6"3 225 lbs, good shape gray hair. Samantha: 43 years old, 5"6 135 lbs, b32 cup breasts and a nice round butt, little bit of a gut but not fat

This is my first story. I know it need some edit, but understand English not my first language. This story contain dark fantasy and pregnancy with some incest. You been warn. Other then that feel free to read

This is a re-edit, re-post tighted up the story a tad and tried to improve the grammar but it isn't my strong suit

A/N – My dear readers! Thank you to everyone who has stuck by me and this story for so long. I sincerely apologise for the wait between this chapter and the previous one; I really have been writing whenever I am able

It was quite a bit chilly today Morgan thought as she shivered in her tree stand. She had just gotten over a cold and almost didn't come, but the family needed meat. Her voice was gone and her throat itched some, but she was no longer sick. It had been a new feeling for her

Compelled Fall, cold and rainy, that’s all it ever was. Leaves blew off the grass and swirled around the ankles of a young man, raking them even as the wind took them away

Sgt. Malloy did a last head count to make sure everyone was accounted for before heading to bed. When Dr’s Sallavar and Hectors couldn’t be found, he sent his marines out to find them. After almost 3 hours, nothing was found of them and Malloy called Maj

A story I'm writing containing a few fantasies of mine and friends of mine. Enjoy. He walked through the street unnoticed by everyone. His stride was confident his face stern containing the scars of a thousand years. His name was Vlad

[b]25 FIGHT OR BE TIGHT? Jeff goes to Sean’s house after school the next day. They can’t stop talking about the game as they take a dip in the pool. Sean gets interrupted with a phone call. Answering the phone as he dries off, “Sean’s Web.” “Hi Sean! It’s Roxanne

Author's Note: This is what happens when I attempt to write a short "flash" story. I feel sincere admiration for authors who can craft a well-formed tale in a few thousand words; I don't have that gift

Clarissa decided that she had a new job. She was going to reach the biggest, strongest and the longest orgasm possible, no matter how difficult it was or what she had to do

If you said monsters and magic don't exist, I would half agree with you. Magic I have found out is really just another science. If you brought a flame thrower to the dark ages you'd been deemed either a witch or a dragon. Whose to say someday science won't allow us to turn invisible

Olivia loved her new house, Olivia, who loved antiques and sculptures and every carved piece of wood that lavished the old house in the country

Chapter Two “Who’s there?! Who are you?!” Jason shouted, kneeling in an endless sea of darkness. No matter how hard he pressed his hands against his ears, he could not block out the sound of countless voices whispering to him