By Kalashnicore The sounds around her were excruciating. Hard drums and a heavy quick paced base hammering into Lottie’s ears and blended with her heartbeat from the gigantic speakers in every corner. She was scared, yes. But the music had a strengthening effect on her mood, made her tense and aware. Ready. Around her were... Fortsätt läsa mer →
Velvet Noose
By Aureli Part one - the offence One glance. A single look that strayed too far and stayed a bit too long. Idle eyes seen as hungry eyes as soon as the others saw him. They noticed him from across the café and started tapping away at their phones, they stared back at him in... Fortsätt läsa mer →
The Trade
By Kalashnicore They met in an open space, naturally rounded, like an amphitheatre made of hills. It wasn’t the traditional place for such meetings, but it would do. Everybody could sit down and watch, and there was plenty of room for the horses outside the formation. They had made camp on opposite sides of... Fortsätt läsa mer →
The Agreement
By ANH “European female no 11?” My guardian’s voice had the more formal tone now since I had ignored the first two spoken sentences. I was in a bad mode, I was sulking. “Yes, Guardian of European female no 11 and overseer of the waters of the northern hemisphere?” I used its full name... Fortsätt läsa mer →
A Short Guide to Objectification of Men
by Eli W One. Hug him and tell him he is beautiful. That he is beautiful to you, whatever happens. Hold him, very lovingly and soft, stroke him until he relaxes in your arms. Say that you will tell him everyday until he believes you. Two. Undress him slowly. Say that you want to... Fortsätt läsa mer →
There’s a Monster in My Basement, You See
By susvej "There's a monster in my basement, you see," the man said. "Sometimes it gets out. But mostly I manage to keep it in there." He finished, and put the knife aside. He carefully swept the pieces of liver onto a small plate, and then busied himself with cleaning the cutting board of every... Fortsätt läsa mer →
The end of one time and the beginning of another
By ANH This is the year of 83, 83 years after Ragnarök, Nthe apocalypse, the end of one time and the beginning of another. I was born on the tenth year of the new beginning. My father used to tell me stories about the life before the end of time while he was putting me... Fortsätt läsa mer →
You Never Ask a Lady’s Age
by susvej "You could stay," the young man in the bed suggested behind lowered eyelashes. Annikka gave him a fond smile as she hunted around her cabin. It had been nice, but not very energetic - he was a little too inexperienced for that. So really, how could her underwear have gone missing so... Fortsätt läsa mer →
It is yours
By Texbrus “NO! Don’t take it!” Ania screamed, but it didn’t sound that heartfelt. A slave put a moist cloth on her forehead and changed her sheets. The midwife threw her an overbearing glance as she left the hut with the boy, it was still screaming. They both knew... Fortsätt läsa mer →