The Katt

Jake's stomach hit the floor when he saw his opponent's hand. "I told you, all investment comes with risk," Marcus smirked. "I'll swing by t...

He could hear it within the wall panels, slithering. Cautiously climbing through the crawlspace on high alert, he knew if it ate through the...

He generously stroked the smooth, warm patch of skin, admiring the stitches along the edges. It blended well with all the other patches on h...

On this week's Foot Fetish Friday, we look at the microfiction writing process

Meat sizzled in the skillet, a smell like bacon wafting over her. Her stomach churned. She loved bacon, but not this smell, not now. She gla...

The occasional pop and shower of sparks provided the only flickers of light. The ship was otherwise in total power failure. Not even the bac...