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Don't Kiss Me (Ch. 3)
A 17-year-old, Raven Fields, never being kissed before is a bit abnormal nowadays. Though in Raven's case, he's never been normal and he knows it because of his succubus mother. With a human father, he has a chance to be normal as well, but if he ever exchanged fluids with another before his body matured his whole world would change. Growing up knowing he could never feed, even by mistake, takes a tole on a once so bright young lad.
By S.M. TOZER7 years ago in Futurism
Unforeseen Forces
It was a crisp southern fall morning. The breeze was more like an old snowman’s breath, cool and light. The sky was a soft rich blue. Mommy duties complete nature offered a break in time. A core recharging breath and linear time didn't exist. Having learned to utilize the Internet to grow my small business, I got on the line. Looking to network and advocate my personal mission for the day, I logged into social media. The first images I saw sent shockwaves hitting the pit of my stomach. Time all out melted and faded away. The serene morning songs of the birds had been placed on mute and the silence was deafening.
By Maria Crank7 years ago in Futurism
Don't Kiss Me (Ch. 2)
A 17-year-old, Raven Fields, never being kissed before is a bit abnormal now a days. Though in Raven's case, he's never been normal and he knows it because of his succubus mother. With a human father, he has a chance to be normal as well, but if he ever exchanged fluids with another before his body matured his whole world would change. Growing up knowing he could never feed, even by mistake, takes a tole on a once so bright young lad.
By S.M. TOZER7 years ago in Futurism
Wave Riders: Safety (Ch. 2)
The onyx mare moved more slowly these days due to pregnancy. Micha had had to request the help of another mare of the herd to help her see to her lead mare duties, as it was getting harder for her to get around quickly because of being near full term.
By Laura Gieg7 years ago in Futurism
Kiss Before Dying (Pt. 4)
Yesterday seemed like a distant memory. James was awakened by both the feel and sound of his stomach rumbling. Fortunately for him, his nose detected the aroma of whatever mouth-watering concoction Uncle June was whipping up in the kitchen.
By Wendell Mitchell7 years ago in Futurism
Don't Kiss Me
A seventeen-year-old, Raven Fields, never being kissed before is a bit abnormal now a days. Though in Raven's, case he's never been normal and he knows it because of his succubus mother. With a human father, he has a chance to be normal as well but if he ever exchanged fluids with another before his body matured his whole world would change. Growing up knowing he could never feed even by mistake takes a tole on a once so bright young lad.
By S.M. TOZER7 years ago in Futurism
Kiss Before Dying
James Mitchell entered through the main entrance of the Institute for Paranormal Studies. As he passed by doors labeled “Introduction to Magic” and “Vampiric Lore,” the admittedly nerdy side of his personality was intrigued by the prospect of learning about the paranormal.
By Wendell Mitchell7 years ago in Futurism
Rihanon
I met William when I was still Rihanon (half-French, half-Scottish). I didn't have to go under the name Morran, meaning “great one.” I always got a sense that I wanted to be there for him. He was wild-eyed and wild-haired. He seemed to need someone to calm him down from this warlike wild zeal he’d get in his eyes, like he was daring danger to take him further. He wanted to test his danger limits. I think he wondered if he had any.
By Alexandra F7 years ago in Futurism
The Creeper Virus
Finding Grey I'm going through my assigned aisle in Costco filling the cart and sending it off to the truck for unloading. My family and the survivors we've taken in have developed a system for cleaning out stores. We take everything that is practicable. Obviously we don’t need giant plasma TVs or surround sound systems, although we do take a few. Four groups of four enter the store. First we divide the sections then split up. Two people load the carts while the other two run them back and forth to the trucks. Our fleet of box trucks stands waiting outside the store. Today we were assigned Costco. I was going down my assigned aisle with my team when I found him. One of my best friends from high school. I started grabbing two pack of sea salt to load into the plastic storage bins when I saw a boot. I grabbed my knife and went on guard. Traveling up the aisle about four feet I swept the remaining packs aside and grabbed the his arm and drug him off the shelf. Immediately I pinned him and held my knife to his throat. I didn’t recognize him until he open his eyes and spoke. There is no man on earth with that voice and those grey blue eyes.
By Marie Becker7 years ago in Futurism
