Her scent—incense and honeysuckle—wrapped around me, heady and warm. Her legs rested in my lap, her waist beads shifting with every breath, catching the candlelight. She smiled, lips berry-stained from wine, as her foot grazed higher, teasing. “You’re distracted,” she murmured. God, I was.

The Kingston family, led by their patriarch, Robert, receives an invitation for their annual hunting trip. Alexis, excited to spend time with her family, feels nervous about the tradition and rumors of taboo activities. As they set up camp, Alexis notices a change in their tenseness. The next morning, the family sets out on their hunt, and a deer bounded out into the clearing. Alexis is shocked by the fear and arousal she feels as they approach the deer. Her father, who has never been so turned on in her life, approaches the deer, and her brothers ride it like a bucking bronco. As the sun sets, the family tired themselves out and Alexis is welcomed into the family. She is shocked, disgusted, and excited to join their twisted rituals. As her family gathers around a fire, Alexis must decide whether she wants to join them in their twisted rituals or walk away. Her father asks her if she is ready for her initiation.

The second story of the world that they'll see! This dog is haunted at 3am so don't see your dog if it is 3am, wait 'til 4am.

In the quiet town of Meadowfield, a young waitress named Jenny works at a local diner, where a silver-haired man named Mr. Jenkins flirts with the waitresses. A mysterious woman named Lila enters the diner, dressed in a crimson dress and a seductive smile. She orders a slice of the heavenly apple pie, which Lila is eyeing. Jenny feels a tightness in her chest as she approaches Lila, who is a young cook named Tim. They chat about Lila's garden and her secret, which is the rich soil in the town. Lila reveals that the soil is not the same for the men in the town, and the tension in the room lingers as the night grows darker. As the night grows darker, the whispers grow louder, and the shadows grow bolder, Meadowfield learns that Lila has a taste for more than just the local cuisine.

I just remember running. They were coming from all directions and there was no way out for me. No matter how fast I ran, it wouldn’t make any difference. They’d catch me and I would be done. I stopped for a moment to catch my breath; I could hear them moving through the branches and the trees. I could hear them breathing, they felt so close. I was the only one who survived the attack. But it was only a matter of time before they got me too. I ran until I couldn’t run anymore, my body screaming for rest. “Why me? Why is this happening?”

The base buzzed with energy as staff members were deeply immersed in preparation. Each pioneer was assigned to their respective teams, focusing intently on prepping and loading gear. The task at hand wasn't merely about preparing for flight; the military had the capabilities to handle the logistics of getting to Pioneer Station. Instead, this process was essential for fostering a sense of unity and teamwork among the pioneers. Engaging them in launch prep was a fundamental team-building strategy that Mitch Thomas strongly endorsed. It was a lesson learned from previous missions: the team needed to feel like a cohesive unit before reaching their destination.

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Sarah looked at her phone screen, her brows knitting together as she read, "Nice to meet you, Sarah. I'm Richard." The text seemed innocuous, but it left her uneasy as if she were about to converse with a ghost. She took a deep breath, her fingers hovering over the keypad, then began to type her response. "Hi, Richard," she wrote, hitting "send" with a hint of reluctance. The following pause felt longer than it should have, and for a moment, she wondered if something had gone wrong with the app. Then, a graphic appeared on the screen, indicating that a response was coming.

Gavin was barely hanging on to sleep; his body twisted in the tangle of sheets that felt like an uneasy cocoon. The approaching morning light seeped through the blinds, casting long, pale stripes across the room. The foggy haze of dawn had just begun to lift, but Gavin's mind was already churning with uncertainty. Last night had been restless, haunted by the knowledge that Nate, a ghost, was somewhere in his living room.

This is the first day with the first story the world has ever seen! This is about a deer that lives in the woods.

This poem delves into the timeless struggle between love and lust, painting their battle as a vivid and emotional war. It explores the depths of human desire and the heart's longing for true connection.

This is a real chapter this time, this chapter talks about what happens to the main antagonist 100 years before everything happens in this book after the prologue.

The Borken side of Love. the weeping, the darkness, the emptiness, the myriad of questions, the whys

A short story about a Russian immigrant family in San Francisco in the 1990's and their quest to start a new life and handle the loss of a family member who disappeared in Afghanistan while working for the Soviet government.

Outside of the bus, what will the guys find? Who was the mysterious figure walking outside? As they chase after answers, will they find them, or will they regret leaving the bus?

Emberly I have applied to 13 jobs, though none of them will pay nearly as much as this job. I sigh...

I don't remember why I started sitting on the bench in the park. Each day with my guitar, I sat, played, and sometimes sang a gentle song. People passing by would pause, mesmerized by the melodies, and I sensed a connection forming between the music, the park, and its visitors as if the songs awakened a shared memory within them.

Morning came quickly, and Will groaned as he slowly sat up, his muscles aching from yesterday's punishing training. As he stretched in an attempt to ease his pain, he noted the excitement building in the quarters and the trainees anticipated meeting the Alphas. The trainees gathered in the main hall to receive Mitch's latest news and instructions. When he arrived, the hall was already buzzing with chatter, and most of his colleagues were present and seated. The atmosphere was charged, and the anticipation was almost tangible as they waited for the briefing to start.

The room was eerily silent except for the occasional hum of the refrigerator. Gavin sat on the edge of the couch, still clutching the bat like a lifeline. His mind raced, trying to make sense of what was happening. Nate sat comfortably on the couch across from him, examining the room with a curious gaze, as if he were a guest in someone's home rather than a ghostly apparition. There were no whirls of light, clouds or misty orbrs. Nor was there howling, moaning or any of the other sounds ghost make in horror films.

The young man sat, breathing through what he had been told. There will be no other assignments if this assignment fails. He hesitated. "This is my last assignment. If I can't be successful this time, I won't be reassigned?" On the screen, the man's smile faded and changed to a serious expression. "Yes, that's right. If you fail this time, you will be categorized as ineffective and no longer needed." The young man gulped, his eyes narrowing as the words sank in. "No longer needed?" he asked, his voice barely audible. "That's correct."