Tag: Fiction

100 Word Story – Quote Mr. Masters

A great man once said… something I can barely remember. I think it was something about a tree and growth, I don’t know. All I’m certain was that the moral of the quote was something about practice.

I think it was something like “A tree takes decades to reach its full height,” or some shit along those lines. All I know is Mr. Masters was trying to tell me about my growing potential for alchemy, and that it would take years before I truly understood what kind of power I was dealing with.

Something like that, at least I think.


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100 Word Story – Opposite

The more I think about it, the more I realize just how much alike we really are. Aside from her rebellious dress-style, compared to my lavishly expensive tastes, we both have a common desire to get the best out of each other. She comes to me when she needs help paying off her monthly bills, and I come to her for my… womanly needs.

I’d admit, she has been certainly improving in terms of that. Almost makes me want to return the favor for her one day and see how she likes it. For now, paying her bills will do.


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Legends of the Dark – Cellar Chills

Yukiko felt the blood tricking out from her arm, ignoring her nerves screaming out in pain—her hand still had a tight grip around the pair of scissors. Her hair, flipped over and hanging down like a curtain, blocked all sight of her face, forcing her to watch the ground as she inched down the dead-end cellar. Her fingers started getting anxious, twirling the scissors around one of her fingers.

Her breath came out as thick mist as she spoke, “You have no idea how much I’ve been waiting to do this. I never actually tried this out on somebody.”

The young man couldn’t control the shivering that wrapped his entire body, partly from enduring the bitter bite of the fifty-eight degree cellar, and from the overwhelming fear that ate away at him. Even though he didn’t sustain too many injuries to cripple his ability to walk, his legs violently shook and made him come crashing back to the titled flooring anytime he tried to get back on his feet. The only thing that kept the small gap between him and the approaching woman was him clawing at the ground, trying to pull himself back further and further down to the other side of the cellar. He was afraid to try and look back behind him; he was afraid that if he looked away, the woman would vanish and take his life without even being seen. He would soon realize that he trapped himself in a corner.

The woman, Yukiko, continued spinning the scissors on her finger, her mind focused on the situation at hand. She lifted her head, sweeping her hair to the side, allowing just her right eye to be visible. Bloodshot, it rapidly darted around to get a complete scope of the hallway: windowless, freshly painted white walls, and a single vent in the ceiling. The faint humming a central cooling unit came from above. Every now and then the heel on Yukiko’s shoes would come down hard and echo.

“Aren’t you glad that I finally decided to come talk to you, one-to-one?” Yukiko asked, her voice calm and relaxed. The scissors spun at incredible speeds, eventually coming off of her fingers and went flying straight down the cellar, passing just inches away from the man’s cheeks, and wedging into the back wall. She saw the reaction in the young man’s face, his eyes widening, and his body locking up. Yukiko felt a smile crept across her face, “What’s wrong? You’re acting like you’ve just had a near-death experience.”

100 Word Story – Pride in Death

Death comes for us all. It was my turn. The large podium, shining from bones collected from the dead across centuries, ages, and eras, towered in front of me. In the center was a skull, void of expression.

Death leaned over the podium to look down at me; his black hood lacked a head, but it still stayed up, no face nor eyes, just an empty black hole looking at me. I couldn’t tell where his mouth was when he spoke, his voice deep, yet angelic.

“For the massacre of the Heavenly Realm, how do you plea?”

I grinned, “Guilty.”


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Legends of the Dark: Ghoulish Suffering

We got so far in this place. We’re just almost out of here. Only a few for flights and we would have made it out.

But Rodriguez, he’s… he’s like this all because of me. If I wasn’t so careless, he wouldn’t have gotten hurt. And now, he’s going to die because of me.

I can’t do this. I just cant.

“Listen to me. You need… to go. The door won’t hold.”

Even at a distance the dying and decrepit features were easily in sight. As the groaning grew louder it seemed they were starting to ram the doors instead of just trying to push them open. The wood started to crack and splinter.

100 Word Story – Knocked Out

Waking up from a deep sleep was never really appealing to me. Sure, it’s nice that you feel well rested after enough hours of sleep, but it’s always a hassle waking up from such a peaceful sleep; sometimes, you’ll go back to sleep to get that feeling of pure bliss back.

But what about forcibly knocking somebody out in order to get them to cooperate? Is it still considered “sleeping” if they’re passed out for eight hours?

I leaned over the man’s face, inches away to hear his calm breaths of slumber. At least, that’s what I expected to hear.


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Steamy Display [18+]

I looked at the contents of my wallet: a small bundle of cash, assorted business cards, and both my work I.D. and my high school I.D. from three years ago. I took out the cash and counted out the requested amount, placing it in plain sight on the bedside table. I sighed, looking at the money under the bright pink room lighting.

Am I really going through with this? Is this really going to happen?

I felt the night breeze slip though the front of my robe, gliding right across the top of my breasts, still cooling off from the shower before. Though, to be honest, not even opening my entire robe to cool down in the nice breeze would be able to help get rid of the heat from the rest of my body. The more I thought about my reason for being here, the hotter my body became. Whether it was out of excitement or out of nervousness, I wasn’t sure.

Steam was flowing out from the open bathroom door, forming small clouds before dissipating in the bedroom. Sitting on the edge of the silky bedspread, there was a faint outlining of the woman’s shape from behind the shower curtain. The finer details are hard to point out, but the curves around her hips are unmistakably obvious. The thickness in her thighs as she leaned over to wash her legs were in full sight. Her chest fell forward, her breasts holding firm without any kind of sag. Her hands were constantly on the move, traveling from her calves and taking a moment to stop between her thighs.

I didn’t even notice when my hand ended up between my own thighs. My legs were spread apart just a bit, enough for my fingers to touch and feel around. When I looked down I was already drenched, my fingers gently flicking at my warm clit. Slow breaths and letting myself ease up, I fell back on the bed and played with myself until the woman got out the shower.

My mind ran away on its own as my body went through its own sensation journey. One finger went inside my pussy, sliding in and out with ease, and my other hand cupped one of my breasts, massaging it in slow circles, magnifying the waves of subtle pleasure flowing through me. Those waves came crashing every time my finger pressed against the deepest parts of me, forcing me into uncontrollable moans. With the way things were going, I’d probably would have gotten off before the woman got out.

“Having fun without me?”

I heard a seductive voice speaking nearby. My entire body tightened up, my fingers still deep inside and my hand gripping at my breast. I quickly sat up, filled with more embarrassment than anything else now. The shower was still on, but the woman wasn’t basking in his steamy flowing water. Instead, she managed to walk out and stand right in the doorway between the bathroom and the bedroom. She casually leaned back against the doorway, her arms folded behind her head. Her hair was dripping at the tips, the weight of the soaked up water keeping it straight behind her. Water was pooling all around her, from the drips and trickles from her pink nipples, the rushing drops from her thighs, and every other curvy spot on her body.

She asked me again with a sly smile, “Having fun without me?”


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Bathtub [18+]

“Kuru-min! Could you come here for a second?”

I could hear Mrs. Kurosawa calling me from the upstairs bathroom. But, isn’t she taking a bath though? What could she possibly need me for? I folded the corner of my page and put the book on the couch, “Coming.”

I put my slippers on and took my time heading through the living room and up the stairs to the second floor. When I reach the top step there was a vanishing trail of steam leading me to the bathroom as if I didn’t know where it was. Right around the corner of the stairs I could see the hazy light of the bathroom peering through the cracked door.

I knocked on the door but didn’t enter yet, “Mrs. Kurosawa, did you need something?”

Swishing water sounds as Mrs. Kurosawa answered, “Yes. I forgot to get my towel from the bedroom. Would you mind going in and getting it for me?”

“Sure. Which color is it?”

“Green.”

I walk past the bathroom door and head to the last door straight down the hallway. I gently pushed the door open, the aged latches squeaking. This was easily the largest room in the entire house, aside from the living room area. There was a king-sized bed at one end of the room, three mahogany dressers placed in different spots, and a small work desk right next to an open window. There were clothes scattered around on different pieces of furniture, which was the only thing that made the room look just a bit untidy.

It’s actually a bit funny—I’ve always saw Mrs. Kurosawa as a neat freak. She would always have her things in neat detail. She would eat carefully, making sure nothing felt from her plate and onto her clothes. There were times where I would walk in on her reorganizing her entire closet just because she bought something new and it threw off her current organized pattern.

But there’s a pair of jeans on the back of a chair, a mismatched sock or two thrown here and there, and a balled up pajama top left next to the bed. And while I was noticing every piece of clothing lying around, I saw the green towel draped over her television. I grabbed it and left the room, heading back to the bathroom door. I knocked on it again, letting her know I have it. She told me to come into the bathroom with it and close the door.

When I opened the door, a small cloud of steam quickly escapes past me, emptying the entire room of any fogginess. Straight ahead was the large bathtub, filled with water practically at the brim, but not spilling out onto the floor. And inside the tub was Mrs. Kurosawa, in her naked glory.

I couldn’t tell if it was the heat floating around in the air or if something was wrong with me, but I felt my cheeks igniting right on the spot.

“Where do you want me to put the towel?” I asked.

She had her head resting back against a small bath pillow, her hair wrapped up in a small cloth to keep from getting in the water. She turned to look at me with a smile and said, “You can leave it right on the edge of the sink. I won’t be in here long.”

“Okay. Do you need anything else while I’m still here?”

She thought for a moment, but shook her head. I nodded and turned to walk back out the bathroom. Before I could even reach out to the door knob, Mrs. Kurosawa called out my name again and I stopped

“Kurumi, can I ask you a personal question?”

100 Word Story – Shadow

“Did you see that?!” he shouted. He jumped up from his seat and cowered.

I glared at him, annoyed, “Dude, stop being a little bitch. There’s nothing over there.”

Daniel grabbed the first thing in reach—his wallet—and flung it at the corner of the room, “Fuck you, there’s something following me. It’s been following me for a week now!”

I swear, this idiot it going to be the death of me. I walked over to the corner to pick up his wallet before he forgot it. When I reached for it, the wallet started moving on its own.


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100 Word Story – Velvet Sights

“Is this working now?”

“It better fukin’ work. It took damn near a month for the repairs to finish and another week to send it back.”

With her rifle in hand Aurora rapidly dismantled it down to expose the inner workings and placed a small blue jewel inside a small engraving. She put it back together and aimed down the scope, focusing on a dummy made of hay at least two hundred meters away.

Holding her breath to keep steady, the barrel of the rifle started to glow an unnatural velvet blue. She could feel the magic surging through it.


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Across the Table – Session One

Alexandria didn’t have much of a choice when she was waiting at the table. The entire room was a bit small, but much larger than what she was already use to. The only thing that could have made it better was having some windows to let some light in.

A woman slowly entered the room and took a seat in the chair on the other side of the table, a small smile on her face.

So this was the woman Alexandria was forced to see from now on?

100 Word Story – One Shot

A gunshot. That’s all I heard. There was no screaming, no groaning, no cries of pain or suffering. As much as I didn’t want to admit it, the sound of only a gunshot was the best solution to all of this. It would have only been a matter of time where we wouldn’t have a choice but to shoot him.

Andrea came back from around the corner, her head hanging low with a look of defeat. There was more blood on her jacket than before—some of it must have been Jared’s. She walked pass me without saying a word.


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