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Starlight Manor
Once Mayuri departs from the guest room and Lise enters, Alois all but disappears out of her sight. His only words to Lise before he goes, before she can ask him any of the thousands of questions bouncing around in her jumbled brain, are to stay put and not follow him. A command—as always.
angela hepworthPublished about an hour ago in Fiction- Top Story - May 2024
The Eidolon
The rain pattered on the sidewalk in a steady drizzle, pooling below the curb. The veiled mist of night obscured the way ahead, only being pierced by the high beams of the occasional passing car.
140 Minutes of the Secret Society of Secrets Appraisal-for-Secrets-Release Society — Part 2
Now, the Minutes from last meeting of the Secret Society of Secrets-Appraisal-for-Secrets-Release Society, SSSASRS or, "Scissors."
Gerard DiLeoPublished about 17 hours ago in Fiction139 Minutes of the Secret Society of Secrets-Appraisal-for-Secrets-Release Society — Part 1
Thank you, everyone, for attending this week's meeting of the Secret Society of Secrets-Appraisal-for-Secrets-Release Society — the SSSASRS, or as it's quaintly pronounced, "Scissors."
Gerard DiLeoPublished about 17 hours ago in FictionTechnical Difficulties
“Goddamn it!” Plastic snapped against metal as the flash drive was ripped from the computer port with vigor. Vaia hissed a breath outward through gritted teeth, trying to rein in her frustration. She tossed the drive onto her desk —clatter!— and rested her forehead against the trembling palm, breathing deeply again.
Phantoms of giggling wait
Phantoms of giggling wait, Where we once had a place. Your name, a murmur in the breeze, A shadow on the sunlit way The unfilled seat next to me,
Rony SutradarPublished a day ago in FictionLose-lose
When I woke up, I tried to put my leg behind my head and lick my arsehole. Again. Don't get me wrong, I was glad to be back in the physical world, where things were solid and mostly made sense. But it felt heavy and weird coming back to this large body after spending so long as a dainty little feline.
L.C. SchäferPublished a day ago in FictionPorn Again-Part Two
Continued from Part One… “So we get there, and Rob surprises me with what had to be the most exquisite and elegant little hotel I’d ever seen,” Stacy blushed.
lazarusInfinityPublished a day ago in FictionUnveiling the Necromantic Trilogy: The Locked Tomb Series.
In the sprawling landscape of speculative fiction, where genres blend and boundaries blur, there emerges a series that defies convention and captivates readers with its darkly enchanting narrative: The Locked Tomb Series. Penned by the talented wordsmith Tamsyn Muir, this trilogy—comprising Gideon the Ninth, Harrow the Ninth, and Nona the Ninth—has carved its own niche within the realms of science fiction, fantasy, and mystery. Now, as these three spellbinding tales are bound together in paperback form, readers are invited to embark on a journey through the twisted corridors of the Ninth House and beyond.
Jessica BaioPublished a day ago in FictionPorn Again-Part One
Continued from the Prologue… Another boring day in paradise, Happy mused to himself as he carefully studied the annoying flash of the cheap alarm clock staring at him. Morbid, maniacal and outright disturbing in its cadence, his seemingly innocuous glance erupted with fervor as he slammed his hand down hard on the device, silencing it. Slowly lifting himself from the soft and secure confines of his bed, Happy studied every corner of his modern yet tasteful bedroom. Everything from the wallpaper and furnishings to the rather extravagant king sized bed reeked of a virtual Pottery Barn catalogue. If he didn’t know better, he could almost envision prices materializing before his very eyes to the tune of Candy’s voice as they debated for hours on the layout and overall palette when they first moved in. Perfectly polished and pristine wall sconces framed a beautifully grand mirror that directly faced their bed.
lazarusInfinityPublished a day ago in Fiction138 — Electrostatic Arrogance
There is a Limbo, despite its ecclesiastical decommission. It persists. There's a place for everything, and Limbo still serves a purpose.
Gerard DiLeoPublished a day ago in FictionEchoes in the silence
In the nightfall of a destroyed dream, I wander through the shadows of my mind, Where resonations mumble advantaged experiences, calmed and faint,
Rony SutradarPublished a day ago in Fiction