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September Note – 9/29/2018

September Note – 9/29/2018

Hey everybody, Luka here. Back with another Monthly Note, this time, featuring the cooling month of September. Want to know something funny? I completely forgot that Fall officially started on the 22nd. My brain was still stuck in Summer mode. Although, the recent trend of sixty-six degree weather should have given me a hit that it was time for a seasonal change, but it completely flew over my head. And I’m not surprised–this entire month has been one long up-and-down roller-coaster for me. I don’t really like going into too much detail about my personal aches with my day-to-day stuff, so I’ll make it brief.

My job has been becoming one giant stress ball of unrelenting complaints, sudden increases in work load, and an undesired happiness killer. Just thinking about work makes me want to consider if this job is even worth giving up my mental stability. Like, after coming home from work on many occasions, I don’t even feel like writing; I just want to take a shower, eat, and just binge on T.V or play my games so that way I can just shut my brain off. And it’s been hurting my website because of it.

I’ll admit, my posts have been getting more and more spaced out, and shorter in length, and I really do apologize for it. I have a ton of different projects I have lined up that I want you all to read, but I’ve been just taking it slower than usual. And it’s making me feel bad that I’m going so long between updates for current stories and projects. It even reached a point for a bit where I questioned if I should even continue updating the website with new works; I contemplated shutting it down completely.

But don’t worry, I won’t be doing that. For now, I’m just going to try and get myself back to my normal state of mind and writing. I’ll be back to normal in no time.

Now that the boring stuff is gone, I’ll go into small detail about what’s to come. October is just a few days away, and you know what that means. Spooktober is coming back! I’ll be thinking about what kind of stuff I want to do for the month, so I’ll be writing a new post about what to expect for Spooktober in about a week or so, so stay on the lookout for that.

I’m still working on current projects, so what I’m thinking about doing is, instead of making an update for one project on specific days, I may drop a chapter for everything all  in one day. Meaning, I’ll drop a new chapter for three projects all within the same day. I’ll do that once or twice until I feel like everything is up-to-date and ready. The big three project for this are the usual contenders: Alex & Sam’s Daily Life, Don’t You Remember, and Legends of the Dark. I may throw in one more as a bonus, but I’ll think about it.

Now, onto the final topic.

It’s been two years since I first posted stories on my website, and I felt like I’ve grown as a writer since then. For many who don’t know, my very first post was a fan-fiction series of a video game I’ve always played ever since I was a kid. The game series was called Tenchu, and it’s about two ninjas named Rikimaru and Ayame, and it goes through the various kinds of missions they’ve had to do: assassinations, rescues, scouting, things ninjas are usually used for. The story I was working on was focused around these two characters, and two others who were introduced well into the game series’ story-line, while using characters I thought of as well. So what I was thinking about doing is redoing the entire story I’ve done. It would most likely follow the same plot I had in mind, but I feel like the writing would be better and easier to image, considering the number of fight scenes and espionage I had written. It’s not set in stone yet, but it’s something in the back of my mind. In case you’re curious about how I first started out writing, you can check out the Tenchu story anytime by clicking the link, or by going to the Category drop-down list, and clicking “Tenchu” under the “Fan Fiction” section towards the top.

Well, that’s all for this Monthly Note. If you have any questions, feel free to shoot me an email anytime. Sorry for making this one so long.

Enjoy the rest of September, and see you in October!

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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Legends of the Dark: Child at Play (Part One)

That’s not a normal child. Children are always running around playing some kind of made-up game. Children laugh and have fun making new friends and having new experiences. Seeing a child barely interacting with others is a big disheartening, something not normal.

But what I saw that day… What I saw was anything but normal. It was horrific, graphic, bizarre–something a child shouldn’t be doing.

She can’t be a child, she just can’t be!

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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August Note – 8/26/2018

August has been one hell of a month. It’s officially been a year since I started my job, the summer anime season is about to come to a close, and I have even more books that I bought and still haven’t finished yet. But me complaining isn’t the main reason for these monthly notes.

How have you guys been? Did you enjoy your time in the sun and heat? Personally, I’ve been trying my best to try and stay out of it. Of course, working a delivery job forces me to endure the scorching heat that happens in a city from time-to-time. Speaking of work, I’ve been trying to find a new job for the past few weeks. Sadly, nothing came through, not even interviews. It’s a bit disheartening, but I’m not giving up on trying to find something new. However, I do have a plan in place. I’m working on it, but I’ll keep updates on it.

Now onto the main topic: the writing and website. And I have the perfect thing to start with.

I’m sorry I’ve only been posting the “100 Word Story” posts. I haven’t been making much progress in a couple stories that I’ve been working on. It’s not that I don’t have the drive to continue on, it’s just I’ve been so tired and stressed from work that all I’ve wanted to do was just lie back and take it easy. But even then, that’s still no excuse for the lack of story-work I’ve been meaning to push out, so I’m going to try and get back to my old self.

Next, I haven’t trashed any of the main projects that I’ve posted about, namely “Alex & Sam’s Daily Life” and “Don’t You Remember?” I plan on keeping Alex and Sam going for quite some time and bringing Don’t You Remember to completion. I’m also working on a new horror story that I plan on sharing in a little bit. I just want to make sure it’s going in the right direction before letting you guys read it.

Next on the list is the Patreon thing. I honestly forgot I had a plan for this. I was so focused on trying to find a new job that Patreon became one of the last things on my list. Am I outright saying that I won’t make one? No. I’m sure I’ll eventually set one up, but I feel like I need to be in a better place before making a huge jump to something like that. So for now, don’t expect a Patreon from me.

Is there anything else that I want to touch base on? Nothing major that I can think of. Aside from the fact that I’m going to keep posting stories of any genre and graphic content, both gruesome and on the erotic side, nothing new is really going to happen. I still want to find a good time to rework the search and sidebar categories, so there’s that to look forward to. All in all, I’m trying my best to continue writing new content for you guys to read. And remember, don’t be afraid to email me if you have questions or ideas about things I could try and make the website or content better.

Enjoy the rest of your summer!

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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100 Word Story – Naval Approach

These ships at the coast, they don’t belong here. They’re all docked down at the harbor, their flags drawn all the way down, making it harder to tell which faction they sailed from. We already secured our monthly supply of rations, meds, and munitions last week, and from our current number of troops we may be able to give out second rounds.

The thing is: we get our supplies from the Norther Alliance, we’re at war with the Duke of Nastradan in the west, and our fatherland borders the south and east.

Who the hell came in on those ships?


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