Chapter 7, Whit, October 27, 1998

Darren Whitlock is following his mother through Wal-Mart with his head down.

“No Mom, I’m not doing Halloween this year, I’m 12 years old now. Besides, I haven't dressed up in years.”

“Come on Darren, it could be fun, you could help hand out candy, and surely someone’s having a costume party,” his Mom said.

“Mom, no, I’m not doing it,” Darren said.

“I don’t understand what’s gotten into you, all you want to do is sit in your room and draw from your silly books. You used to love dressing up.”

Chapter 44: Family Meeting

Chapter Five: Dawn of the Lotus

Morning light cascaded through the intricately carved lattice windows, casting a soft, golden glow that danced across the room and warmed the luxurious silk sheets entwined around her body like a gentle embrace. The air was rich with the mingling scents of sweet incense, the delicate allure of foxfire, and the lingering whisper of smoke from the extinguished candles, creating an atmosphere both serene and enchanting.

Acidalia XXIV
By Amanda D.

Wednesday October 7th 9:37am:

The Sisters compound:

Robi stood over the bed checking her semi-conscious patient’s pulse. She carefully watched the second tick off on her wristwatch as she counted heartbeats. Satisfied, her vital signs were close enough to normal, she jotted the information down on the victim’s chart. As she did, she quietly observed the small, still body on the bed hoping for signs she was regaining consciousness.

Chapter 13: Claiming Atlantis

Our journey to Atlantis unfolded with a surprising sense of tranquility. After the initial drama that marked our departure, the remainder of the voyage was enveloped in a serene calm. Hours blended seamlessly together, enriched by the sound of scholarly conversations, cherished family moments, and playful jabs about my eccentric breakfast choices that danced in the salty air.

Chapter 21 – The Iron Ridge

The mountain’s silence didn’t last long. First came a low, mechanical hum rolling across the slope, trembling the icy stones beneath their boots. Kara’s team re-formed at the edge of the ruined pillbox, boots crunching over spent shell casings and scorched metal fragments. The smell of burnt alloy hung in the thin air, sharp and bitter, mingling with the ozone tang from discharged plasma. Flickers of ruined circuitry pulsed in the visor light from each soldier’s HUD, painting the ground with ghostly blue reflections.

Chapter Four: The Voice in the Dark

Chapter 4 September 10th 2025

Grace pushed the big shopping cart thing and searched for the specific jar of pickles that had been eluding her for far too long. It wasn’t so much that the job of “personal shopper” at Wal-Mart was hard, it was just very dull. It did have it’s advantages, she could leave her earbud in and listen to music, and she didn’t have to talk to people.

She glanced left and two young guys whose t-shirts confessed their love of hunting and cage fighting were coming her way.

Chapter 43: Council Fallout

Chapter 20 – King of the Mountain (part 1)

Across the Queen’s Rage, every display screen—from the bustling bridge, where officers murmured over navigation charts, to the humming engineering deck alive with the glow of reactor monitors—shifted to a single feed. Crew members paused mid-task, conversations stilled, and even the background hum of the ship seemed to hush as all eyes turned to the monitors:

LIVE SIMULATION — ROYAL SQUAD COMBAT TRAINING
Scenario: King of the Mountain

Chapter 3

Jim woke slowly, wrapped in a warmth he hadn’t felt in decades. His limbs were heavy with sleep, his mind still floating in that soft, dreamy place where nothing hurt and nothing worried him. He hadn’t woken up to pee at 3 AM. He hadn’t woken up at all.

Then he shifted, and froze. The mattress beneath him was cold. His stomach dropped.
No. Not again.

Chapter 2: Lucy Sep 8th

Lucy crouched beside the recliner and unlatched the valve on Anothony’s catheter bag. The plastic hissed softly as the urine emptied into the pitcher she kept for this. She checked the line, wiped the spout, and tugged at the edge of his disposable brief, clean, thank God. No mess today.

Chapter 1

Clark opened his eyes, and felt waves of pain through his head. He groaned and rolled over and felt a wave of nausea wash over him. Then he was hit with the realization that he couldn’t remember where he was or how he got there. He tried to take stock of his situation. Small insects crawled up his arms and legs, he was surrounded by small green plants and overhead a canopy of light green leaves, beyond that a blue sky, sun, but which sun? "Oh dear!" A voice, warm and inviting, cut through his haze.

Darren “Whit” Whitlock punched in his code and walked into the mailroom. As usual he was greeted by the smell of cheap coffee. He rubbed his eyes and made a beeline for the breakroom where took his stained St. Louis Art Museum mug from the shelf and filled it from the ancient stainless steel coffee pot.

Chapter 1 – Pants, Shirt, and the Adventurer’s Guild, Meow

Steph strode into Greenbrook with determination, her grip tightening around the frayed remnants of her rope belt. She made a valiant effort to project an air of belonging, though it was a challenge when her long tail, elegantly adorned, was coiled around her waist like an ill-fitting seatbelt. The fabric of her robe clung precariously to her form, held together more by sheer hope than any practical fastening, fluttering at the slightest movement as she navigated the familiar streets.

Part 37

It wasn’t as simple as reluctantly admitting that he liked the large dildo.

Julia had him stroke it as if he were jerking off his boyfriend–her words–and echoed her sentiment about how this was the perfect toy for blowjob practice.

Chapter Three: The Empress and the Stranger

The palace lanterns flickered to life, their gracefully curved, lotus-shaped flames illuminating the night with a warm, ethereal glow. Shadows stretched and danced across the intricate jade pillars of the throne hall, creating a tapestry of light and dark. The air was thick with an electric hum, infused with protective wards that swirled like whispers around them, empowered by the Kitsune Queen’s shimmering foxfire and the primal echoes of the Werewolf Queen’s growls, which resonated like distant thunder.

Girl Forgotten - Chapter One – Badass Bitch

Street hustler Caprice Capshaw is drawn into a world of intrigue, criminality and murder. After witnessing a murder for hire she is approached by FBI agent Julie Sanderson and deadbeat cop Bobby Keen who make her an offer she can't refuse.

Chapter Two: The Man Who Died

David had never considered himself anything beyond ordinary. At twenty-one, he was tall and lanky, with a physique that leaned more toward fragility than strength. His dark, tousled hair seemed perpetually unruly, offering a rebellious contrast to his careful nature, while his glasses, ever so slightly too big for his face, frequently slipped down his nose, needing constant adjustment.