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BFORE YOU POST, KNOW THIS! Cowboy!6UZGZTHCak ## Mod ## 10/06/30(Wed)19:25 No. 8547 ID: 5eefb3 [Reply] [First 100 posts] [Last 50 posts] Stickied

ALL REQUESTS FOR STORIES OR STORY CONTENT ARE TO GO IN THIS THREAD! ALL STORY REQUESTS NOT POSTED IN THIS THREAD WILL BE DELETED AND THE POSTER MAY BE BANNED. ALL COMMENTS QUESTIONS, AND OTHER OF THE LIKE ARE TO GO HERE AS WELL! Also, if you don't have constructive comments, keep them to yourself. Or you'll get banned for being an ass. This is not /b/, you have been warned.

Make sure that you check out http://asstr.org or http://storiesonline.net, or any other of the fine erotic literature sites, or GOOGLE IT! THEY MAY HAVE THE STORY ALREADY THERE!…Where ever that may be….Also, any plagiarism will result in a BAN!


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Anonymous 15/03/13(Fri)09:44 No. 23368 ID: f5b1c2

>>23367
It's the fact they were split up in the first place that makes me think it's a different author. There was all that buildup with the little sister, then ONE handjob. That's it.




READ BEFORE POSTING! Cowboy!6UZGZTHCak ## Mod ## 10/06/30(Wed)19:11 No. 8546 ID: 5eefb3 [Reply] Locked Stickied

This is a thread for ALL AUTHORS and READERS. Though you are not required to, I would recommend that you save your story in a post able form, this is to ensure that your story stays preserved and that if 7chan is to go down AGAIN. Also, if anyone has something available as far as web space for an archive, please e-mail me at 1subject@live.com.
I also recommend to everyone that you visit us at the IRC at irc.7chan.org in /elit/ channel. Research it and please stop in, any questions you have about well, ANYTHING can be answered there. There are many good different types of IRC clients, some can attach right onto your browser. So find one and set it up.
3litchan is gone as far as I know. Don’t asking nothing more, ‘cause on that subject….I don’t know nothing’, I just work here.
Adios,
Cowboy




My Sister is a Dickgirl SNT-NEL 12/02/11(Sat)10:15 No. 15127 ID: b808a3 [Reply] [First 100 posts] [Last 50 posts]

Reposting this, for some reason. Even though I felt weird trying to fap to futa lit, I was okay with this one, for some reason.

I remember a long while back, some folks here added to it, and things were great, but then for some reason the mods took it down? I think it was cause it hadn't been updated in forever. But, yeah. RESURRECTION(I hope)
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Anonymous 15/02/16(Mon)22:22 No. 23281 ID: def664

RIP


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Anonymous 15/03/03(Tue)12:15 No. 23342 ID: def664

Why did this have to die again? Was it just to get everybody's hopes up for nothing?


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REBOOT AnonyMPC 15/04/01(Wed)16:45 No. 23438 ID: a609fb

Since this story's been abandoned, I thought I might take it on. It's a little out of my wheelhouse, but it does have incest, which puts it right in my interests and... well, we have to stretch outside of our comfort zone once in a while, right?

The thing is, I just can't continue someone else's story. It doesn't feel right. And my style might wind up clashing with the OP's enough that a continuation would be jarring. Also, if you're familiar with my work, you know I like a little more explanation and setup.

So, I've decided that I'm going to reboot the story, like Hollywood does, except unlike Hollywood, it's possible the original author might just pick up where they left off, and that's more than okay.

So, let's begin...

Chapter One:

My little sister Cassie seemed different since returning from her summer adventure program, but I had no idea how different. She just seemed distant, moody.

I thought she was just suffering from a bad case of puberty. I was right about that, but that was only a small fraction of what was going on. Her time at the Moreau Girls Development Island Adventure Camp had changed her, and not just giving her confidence and leadership skills and self-reliance like the website she'd found when she begged our parents to send her claimed to do.

If anything, it was the opposite. She was shy, she wouldn't go out unless we dragged her. She used to love dressing up in skirts and frilly blouses, but now she wore baggy shorts and a long t-shirt. Only her long hair and the necklace she wore around her neck would have made her look girlish.
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It's the End of the World as We Know It Phoenix 14/10/29(Wed)17:58 No. 22649 ID: 653aef [Reply]

So I've been meaning to write a story for this board for a while. A couple half-hearted attempts later, I've finished the first chapter! Woo.

I don't know what tags to mark this as, especially since I don't know what any of the tags mean. If you don't like stories with underaged girls, don't read this. If you don't like stories with a super long build up, don't read this.

Let me know what you think, I want feedback because I've never shown anyone my erotic literature before and I don't know if it's even any good. Also, if you have a suggestion I don't mind hearing it, I think I have a general idea of where I want this story to go but I'm not really sure.

Enough fucking around. Chapter 1, go.


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"Dad! Look out!" "Oh hell, Matthew! The door is giving way!!!" "My arm, my fucking arm! Oh my g—"

He woke in a sweat. It was bad enough when he was awake, but now their deaths haunted his scant sleeping hours. His brother, his wife, his son...
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Phoenix!!xlZGywLzWw 15/03/28(Sat)22:32 No. 23423 ID: d29e9b

Woo! Enjoy 0104.

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Matt's wristwatch began vibrating silently at 4:45. Matt woke from his shallow sleep, looking out the window. The sun was setting, if it wasn't already twilight. Sooner than later the undead would enter their dormant phase and it would be safe for Matt and Emma to travel the streets. *Well, relatively safe,* Matt thought, *there are still real people out there...*

Rising slowly from the bed, Matt slipped his boots on and laced them up. He retrieved his assault rifle and made his way back to the master bedroom, peering out the window once again. Just as he had feared, a small crowd of the creatures had formed. He counted seven figures and, while he watched, he saw one already hunker down into a crouching position. *Good, shouldn't be long now.*

He stood slowly and slung the rifle over his shoulder. Silently he stole down the hall, and ended up standing awkwardly outside of the girl's room. He tapped on it lightly a few times, but there was no response. He pushed the door open—it wasn't latched—and softly called out, "Emma?" The bright blue-green walls caught the last of the light from the sun, illuminating the young girl's sleeping face. Her auburn hair seemed to shine as it tumbled across her shoulders, and her expression was serene and peaceful.

The Marine lost track of time, so entranced was he with the sight. When he finally snapped back to reality, it was much darker than when he entered. The man walked softly across the room, or as softly as he could with his thick-soled boots, and touched her on the shoulder. Once more he whispered, "Emma?"

Her eyes fluttered open, a confused expression passing over her face for a moment before giving way to a pained one as the memories of the last 12 hours came rushing back to her. Not eager to face a crying girl again, Matt spoke up quickly. "Emma, i-it's just about time to go. Are you ready?" Emma flung the covers off, fully dressed underneath, and lazily sat up in her bed. "I'm going to get my bag and check to see if the coast is clear. Come downstairs when you're ready... but don't take too much time, okay?"

She nodded, one fist already rubbing the sleep out of her eyes, so Matt retrieved his rucksack and went down the stairs. Through the picture window Matt could see the small pack of undead seemed completely dormant. But looks could be deceiving. Even in twilight the monsters might still be awake. Unbidden, scenes from the first day of the apocalypse returned to Matt's head...
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Anonymous 15/03/29(Sun)12:59 No. 23427 ID: 03db1e

I need moar.


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Anonymous 15/04/01(Wed)09:48 No. 23437 ID: 03db1e

This story is great.




The Lolly Anne Conspiracies (tg, magic, ped*) AnonyMPC 12/04/04(Wed)22:59 No. 15727 ID: a609fb [Reply] [Last 50 posts]

Writing's become slow and chore-like again, so I've decided that my latest effort to get myself inspired will be to clear my backlist... over the next few weeks, I'll be editing and posting the stories that I have completed but not released. This does not include MPC4 which is still slow-going.

First up, another of my 'Sci-Fi Serials'. This one deserves a bit of a warning because it's a bit different than my usual stuff, focusing on men who transform into little girls. (I realize there's another 'guy turns into sexualized girl' story that just started, and apologize if it seems like more of the same).

The Lolly Anne Conspiracies (tg, magic, ped*)
Installment 1: "The New Lolly Anne" (additional codes: Mg*, MMg*, g*g*, 1st*)
(* indicates that the code applies due to the bodies of the people involved... since the story involves magical transgenderism, the minds involved will be different)

The first time it happened, I had no idea what was going on. In that respect, I’m like many others. Even those who chose this life, who knew it was coming, have told me that when it first happened they were surprised and wondered if it was a dream that first time.

In my case, that it was a dream was a natural conclusion, since the night before I’d had my share of those. Unsettling dreams about being held down by somebody laughing while I screamed. That’s common too.

When I first woke up that morning, just for a few moments, I felt strange, like my eyes weren’t quite right. For one thing, colors seemed to be more vivid, and subtly different shades of the same color stood out. If I didn't know better, I might have suspected I'd been shaking off the effect of some kind of psychotropic drug, but I didn't feel high, so I assumed I was caught in that place in-between dreams and reality, where they mixed a little too freely. Whenever I get like that I can usually choose whether to wake up fully or descend once again into slumber. I was still drowsy, and knew I didn’t have to go to work that day, so I decided to sleep in.

I must have spent an hour or so in that state, drifting in and out of consciousness, the comfort of my bed and dreams which were growing more and more erotic, when a noise jarred me. Somebody was coming through the front door.
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Anonymous 15/03/06(Fri)05:12 No. 23353 ID: e0ee29

>>21735

I don't know how to say this so I'll just let it out. My younger brother died of cancer a few weeks ago. He was a big fan of your stories. I left a copy of Notepad with saved copies of MPC 1-3 open on my screen one day and he read them all while I was out. He assumed that I had written them and asked me if I was writing any more. So I linked him to your ASSTR page and he became a dedicated AnonyMPC reader like me. We then both got into writing with the idea of making erotica like you but eventually transitioned one of our ideas into a fantasy novel collaboration that's about 90% done. I don't know if it really has a chance of getting published by writing it was a blast.

I know you probably don't care about any of this but I just wanted to say thanks for giving me some special memories with my brother. It was a weird thing to bond over but we enjoyed the result and I'm glad we were able to become closer before he left.


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Anonymous 15/03/31(Tue)19:55 No. 23431 ID: 752652

Where can I find more stories like this?


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Anonymous 15/04/01(Wed)08:41 No. 23436 ID: 433925

>>23431
http://www.asstr.org/~AnonyMPC/
Scroll down to Relatively Powered. They're both sci-fi themed and it's really good.




FutaFempregger 15/03/14(Sat)06:00 No. 23374 ID: d653e8 [Reply]

Hi folks, I've read elit from the chans and elsewhere for awhile, and decided to try writing one myself. This is a repost of what I just wrote on 99chan earlier, just wanted to give it some more exposure, also feel I have a better chance at feedback here, since 7chan's elit seems more active.

Tags with be put up for each chapter, but the overall theme is Futa/Fempreg.

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Tags: (Dick growth, Futa, Solo, Forced, Fempreg)

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Fuuko wasn’t certain why she suddenly felt a chill go up her spine as she stepped away from the old woman who had just been fired from the coffee shop by her boss yesterday, but something definitely was… off. The woman had been fired by Fuuko’s boss for being late for the 4th day in a row, and even after having only worked there for 2 weeks so far, it was abundantly clear that she was never going to work out. Her name was Felicia, and she had applied for the job because her social security wasn't paying her enough, so she needed a source of income to supplement it. She had a weird habit of reading people’s palms at random times of day during slow periods and giving fortunes, and while Fuuko thought she was a really nice woman (and so did many customers) she weirded out Fuuko’s boss too much, and couldn't do her job properly. It all started the day after the woman had been fired, and had come back to say goodbye.

“Fuuko, are you there?” came Felicia’s voice while Fuuko was checking stock. She came out and saw the old woman, and her face lit up. Felicia was fairly frumpy individual, and her age clearly showed in her mid-seventies, but even with her appearance and weird habits she gave off a warm feeling of motherly affection mixed with a little feistiness and spryness stemming from her life experiences. For someone like Fuuko, who whose upbringing in Japan had always been raised to respect her elders, she held her in high regard and they had formed a fast friendship. It’s a shame she lacked proficiency to do her work, although the fact that Fuuko’s boss was going through a mid-life crisis, and she was terrified of looking at anything that remotely reminded her of growing old didn't help matters.

“Hi! I’m sorry about what happened the other day. I hope everything will be alright.”
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rin!y7chl82msE 15/03/30(Mon)09:10 No. 23428 ID: 33ec17

>>23424
Hope your kitty feels better!

Actual constructive comment coming soon, haha.


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FutaFempregger 15/04/01(Wed)01:00 No. 23433 ID: 4fdae1

>>23428

Next chapter will be up within the hour.


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FutaFempregger 15/04/01(Wed)01:27 No. 23435 ID: 4fdae1

The second half of the previous chapter. Sex in second half of chapter, but first, Tomoyo comes back into the picture!

(Incest, light bondage, domination, breast play/breast fucking, fellatio, cunnilingus, anal play/analingus, anal, sex, enslavement)

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It had been 2 days since Fuuko had told Suzu to wait before they had their sex romp, and Fuuko was living in a sexual hell. She had come close to breaking their agreement several times by accident; not cumming regularly had made her extra sensitive to touch, and after having been able to wear skirts again by keeping herself sated, one day in to their agreement Fuuko had found herself wearing jeans to conceal her dick. Tomorrow morning, the 3 days would be up, and Fuuko planned on giving her sister a fucking she would never forget. To that end, she went out and bought some bondage equipment and hid it in her room, then decided to go to bed early and sleep in.

At least, that was the plan until her phone started ringing off the hook at 6 am. Rubbing sleep out of her eyes and groaning, she sat up to look at the phone to see who was calling.

It was Tomoyo. Fuuko was awake in an instant. She had given Tomoyo her phone number before they parted ways on the off-chance she wanted to meet her again, or if she got pregnant. ‘Could I have really knocked her up?’ thought Fuuko. She decided to answer to see what was going on.

“Tomoyo?”

“I NEED HELP FUUKO!” Tomoyo screamed into her ears, crying over the phone.
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Fucking Appendix(now with editing) Soli 14/08/07(Thu)06:52 No. 22201 ID: cd8c01 [Reply] [First 100 posts] [Last 50 posts]

Hey guys. Soli again. At least a couple people seemed interested in the rough draft for the first chapter of Fucking Appendix I posted yesterday. So as promised, here is the edited first chapter, along with the second. If you like it, let me know. If its a piece of shit, let me know that too. Either way, be sure to check back often, as I will likely be updating frequently with new chapters. Once again, I give you Fucking Appendix. Hope you enjoy.
I read the words on the screen again, sure I must be misreading them. They couldn't say what I thought they did, and yet there they were.

"Do as I say, or Eve dies."

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I guess it really started the day my little sister, Eve, came down with appendicitis. Even though she was three years younger, fourteen to my seventeen, we were always close, possibly owing to the fact we were both enrolled in an online form of homeschooling. That meant that for most of our lives, we were each other's only constant contact, and I always thought of her as a friend as well as a sister.

She took after our mom in that she was a petite, freckly ginger, tiny all over except for the ass and b cup breasts she had recently developed, and was maybe a bit overly proud of. It was often a topic around the house when she insisted on walking around in just her bra and panties, and I often had to politely suggest she get dressed, to which she would usually just roll her eyes, and maybe put on an overly small pair of shorts.

Though she was never exactly bubbly, she was always generally cheerful, and rarely complained about anything. That's why, when I came into the living room one summer afternoon and found her curled up on the couch looking less than happy, I decided to try and cheer her up. "What's wrong sis, got the red tide blues?" I teased as I plopped down beside her and gave her a playful nudge in the side.

I expected a playful smack, or maybe for her to help a throw pillow to live up to its name. What I got instead, was a yelp of pain from Eve, as she squeezed into a tighter ball and tears began to stream down her cheeks.

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soli 15/03/18(Wed)22:34 No. 23393 ID: d1e861

I was using some shitty app that I don't remember then name of, then after my phone was restored I switched to jotterpad x. Now that I have a windows phone, all I can seem to find is the office suite that came on the phone, which is a pain in the ass because I have to scroll all the way down manually, and when I loaded my story from a txt file, its got all these stupid symbols in it


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Anonymous 15/03/27(Fri)22:52 No. 23418 ID: a96dbd

Still waiting for next chapter.
Keep it up OP, don't leave us !


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Anonymous 15/03/30(Mon)18:42 No. 23430 ID: 81c193

OP plz




Device Brothers - Chapter 1 - The Ottoman wondash!v4DxM5avR6 14/04/10(Thu)04:54 No. 21522 ID: fc5e42 [Reply]

Chapter 1 – The Ottoman

Tina and I were walking back from the beach. It was a very warm day even for late August. Summer vacation was nearing an end. I was wearing my favorite bikini, string top and bottoms. Tina’s had put on a tee and wrap over her bikini. She was always more reserved than I, even though she was gorgeous. We rounded the corner and made a left down the alley, a short-cut to our beach house. A few cars were parked, one of them a Corvette which we both admired. Ahead of the Vette was a panel van. As we passed, the side door and passenger doors opened together. My brain tried to register what happened next, but it was all so fast. Tina screamed and was quickly muffled. I felt a rag across my face, became very dizzy, then all went black.

My head hurt. I opened my eyes and tried to focus. The room was empty save for a chair, small side table, and the bed I as on. There was one door and no windows. I tried to sit up and realized that I couldn’t. Straps crossed my body and legs. And what was in my mouth, a ball, a gag! “Ahhhmmmmfffffff”. I tried to scream but only made a muffled sound. Tears welled in my eyes. Oh god, where was I? Where was Tina? What’s happening? I closed my eyes and tried to relax. The door opened. A man walked in. He was wearing a white lab coat and hospital scrubs. Maybe this was a hospital. But why was I restrained and gagged. He carried a silver tray which he set on the table. I could see a syringe. Immediately I started to struggle “Nnnnnnnnnn.” He approached my side and steadied my arm. “No need to worry” he said, and I felt the sting of the needle. “You’ll start to feel a bit light headed. Don’t worry. I’ll be back as soon as I tend to your friend.”

I didn’t fall asleep, but my mind was not clear. I tried to focus. What did I need to do? Something should be done, something was wrong, but what? Things didn’t seem so bad all of a sudden. I was relaxed. Some time later, the door opened and the man returned. As he approached, I noticed the bulge at his waist. Did he have an erection? For some reason, this did not concern me. At my side, he held each of my eyelids open and shined a small light in my eyes. “Good” he mumbled to himself. “Jenny, I’m going to remove your gag now.” It felt good to close my mouth. “Wwwear am I? how do you know my name?” “You’re safe here. I have some questions to ask. I know you’ll tell me the truth. I’ve already spoken with Tina. He began to ask questions, and for some reason, I just answered. He asked about my family and where I lived. He asked how old I was. He asked about my relationship with Tina (she was my best friend). Then the topic changed. “Jenny, are you a virgin?” I was. Tina and I had spoken of this together. We would wait for the right time and place. So far, that had not happened. I began to shake, but still, I felt obliged to answer. “Yes.” The very personal questions co Message too long. Click here to view the full text.


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Anonymous 15/03/27(Fri)12:12 No. 23417 ID: a71d39

More please!


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Chapter 7 - Part 7 wondash!v4DxM5avR6 15/03/28(Sat)00:45 No. 23420 ID: cc2815

“Are you ok?” Grace whispered. “Yes, I’m ok.” “Thank you, thank you.” Tears were welling in her eyes. The chain over my head was loosened and I was able to lower my arms. He didn’t undo my feet. “Zoe, slide forward and bring you knees up.” He helped me. Now my knees were bent and my head on the floor with my arms still chained to the wall. My nightshirt bunched up, exposing my stomach and black lace panties. I had picked them out to wear because I was pretty sure Connor and I would hook up last night. That never happened and now both Ethan and a strange man were staring at my barely covered vagina. I blushed. He opened another cabinet and pulled out a pillow. “Lift your head.” The pillow was placed under my head forcing me to look forward over my body. The bastard wanted me to watch. He had already removed another large blue packet and placed it on the table. But now he had a silver bar about two feet long with black straps at either end. He kneeled down in front of me.

“W-what’s that for?” The man began to attach the straps round my left leg above the knee. “Spread your legs.” “No NO!” I tried to resist but he pushed my knees apart with ease and secured the bar between. With my feet still chained to the floor and my feet now sole to sole, the muscles in my legs strained at being held so wide open. I had never felt so unprotected in my life. “Please sir, you don’t need to do this. I won’t go to the bathroom, I promise.” “You’re doing fine Zoe.” Using a pair of scissors, he slipped the blade under the waist of my panties. “You won’t be needing these.” Snip. The black lace material snapped back and my pubic hair became visible. Snip. “Ethan, please don’t watch.” Ethan tried to look down. The man pulled my now useless panties out from under my ass. Cool air caressed the folds of my pussy lips. “Wow, a true red-head.” he said. “Never seen one before, at least not so young. Are you a virgin Zoe?” Grace began shaking at this question. She was a virgin, I knew she was. I was not. “You’re going to rape me, aren’t you?”

“Much as I’d like to fuck that tight cunt of yours, I cannot. You are to be delivered… let’s say… undamaged. But that doesn’t mean we can’t have any fun.” He had removed the rubber gloves and was holding a tube of something. “I’m sure the Xanax and Coke have you feeling very mellow, but I think we can relax you even more. This is K-Y.” “no, no, no, no, no.” I just kept repeating. His fingers touched me, spreading the lubricant between the crease of my labia. “I have to find your urinary meatus, your pee hole. It’s above your cunt and below your clit.” Using one, and then two fingers, he began exploring the most private part of my body. I closed my eyes. The fingers slid to the sides, tracing the edges of my mons. Then back into the flesh of my wide open pussy. They passed down, over the entrance to my va Message too long. Click here to view the full text.


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Anonymous 15/03/30(Mon)12:53 No. 23429 ID: 7bb56f

Every Night before bed I check for an update to this story.




Housecat - Ageplay, Futa, Incest, and more! Anonymous 14/06/03(Tue)12:26 No. 21875 ID: 47e7b4 [Reply]

C1
Mother was different, I guess.

From what they told me, my mother and my father were madly in love. They travelled the world together, like some cheese romance movie that you feel like you paid too much to see. Up late, always together, they were inseparable. My father had made quite a lot of money in his profession, and we were very well off. They loved me unconditionally, and I felt there was no better childhood to have. Christmas was beautiful. Summer was vacation. Birthdays were christening events.

When father died, my mother became Sadie. She didn't have to work, we had enough in savings to send ten children to college in thirty years inflation, but it was only her and I. It made me feel out of place, no longer were there interesting meals and a neat, varying lifestyle. My mother just sat around the house, laying on the couch or sitting at the dinner table for hours on end. She wasn't blank, but she didn't care anymore. When we caught eyes, she looked at me like a burden, or a reminder of things she had lost. I was 10 at the time, but now I'm 15.

"Sophie," Sadie called to me, turning her head but not actually looking at me, "don't forget to pick up milk on your way home from school." She looked like the shell of a woman that I had known before. Her hair was still a bushy curl of long brown crescents, and her figure was still the deep envy of neighboring women, but she sat on our long couch with no soul or composure. Her arm hung off and she turned her head back into staring at the ceiling, the daylight burning the curtains and the furniture. I went to school 6 miles away, but from this point I was plenty used to walking in the Californian sun. I didn't really remember what father looked like if it weren't for the pictures that hung on the walls and the mantle, and I looked at one on my way out. We all looked so happy. I turned my head back to Sadie, who had resumed the blank stare at the ceiling. Shutting the door with a little more force than usual, I began the blister blossom walk.

People liked me, I guess. Everyone I knew at school was very nice to me, but I couldn't let them under the armor. Nobody could really get what was wrong. All of my classmates wouldn't understand what my life was like, it was best to just let them get back to listening to their pop music and wearing their pattern pocket shirts. The school day just rose and fell like the sun around the building, and before I knew it, the day was over. All I could think about was how much a damn skateboard would cost as I began to roll my heels in my converse, which weren't exactly the holy grail of foot support. The sun had started coloring the horizon as I opened the door of my home, at the top of a vista hill, and shut the door behind me.

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Anonymous 15/03/17(Tue)08:03 No. 23385 ID: cb0683

This isn't dead, is it? I need more.


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Anonymous 15/03/29(Sun)09:45 No. 23425 ID: dcec89

C5

I must not fear.
Fear is the mind-killer.
Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration.

I will face my fear.
I will permit it to pass over me and through me.
And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path.

Where the fear has gone there will be nothing.

Only I will remain.

The point between being asleep and being awake is something you only really feel every once and a while. An alarm gone off too early, right in the middle of a dream. A sound in the night waking you with instant awareness. Some days you wake up, clear as day, and don't realize twelve hours have passed you by. It is, for all intents and purposes, a stasis.
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Anonymous 15/03/29(Sun)09:46 No. 23426 ID: dcec89

>>23425
My ID seemed to have changed, but I don't think anyone wants to pretend to have to write this business.

>>23385
Not dead. Just doing it on my own time.




The Laws of Hospitality Mg, gg, or so it would seem... 12/10/26(Fri)20:17 No. 17526 ID: 5e7fa1 [Reply] [Last 50 posts]

Another Saturday, and my 'guest' was still playing her strange game. Wherever I went, she followed, gaze unwavering. It was a predator's stare, so out of place on that little wisp of a girl, but I was used to it by now, and I barely noticed anymore. It's amazing what you can get used to, given enough time. It had been more than a month since she'd levered herself into my home and life, and she had yet to speak a single word. Having seen what I had, I was inclined to let her keep her silence. Living without conversation was no great burden for me, so I'd eventually managed to regain some sense of normalcy. I gave each task my full attention, pouring my focus into every action. I made a ritual of yet another mundane task as I made us both eggs and french toast, as we ate in silence, as I cleaned up after. I didn't notice at all how my shirt's too-big collar slipped, careless, down one slender, pale shoulder. I didn't watch as she licked daintily at a spot of syrup on her delicate finger, her eyes never leaving me as she slid it between her lips. I pointedly avoided noticing the way a lock of her hair, dark and straight and silky smooth, only slightly mussed despite the night's sleep, fell across her cheek in a way the begged my fingers to brush it back behind her ear. I was so busy not noticing that I damn near missed my mouth with my next bite, and the laughter danced behind those deep dark eyes, so deep you could drown in them, so dark they might as well be black.

I finished quickly, then stood, taking my plate. I could do just as good a job not noticing at the sink as anywhere. I didn't take her plate for the same reason one does not take an antelope from a feeding lion. She'd leave it when she chose, syrup and powdered sugar scattered like blood and offal, but I'd deal with that when the time came.

I spent the morning in the studio, along with my exra shadow. I'd packed up everything but the old Bride of Frankenstein to ship out on Monday. To tell the truth, I didn't really have anything left to do, but it was a grand old poster, and I enjoyed looking at it. Ray had sent it to me faded, folded, and dog-eared, but it had still been a beautiful poster for all that. God knows where he'd found it, but that was his business. I just made her pretty again. She'd fetch $200,000 at the very least, if I didn't miss my guess. The way the market had picked up lately, and with Ray running the auction I wouldn't be surprised at all if she went for double that. I spent an hour or two making a few final touches, but I was mostly running on force of habit. It had been done for a few days now, I just liked looking at it.

On the way out, I passed an empty canvas. That was for my own work. I hadn't done a project of my own in months now. I kept meaning to, but it never seemed like the right time. None of my originals ha Message too long. Click here to view the full text.


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Anonymous 14/07/24(Thu)18:14 No. 22117 ID: e92a60

OP, pls.

This is one of the best fucking threads on the board, abs I've always had a soft spot for Irish stories. The Leanansidhe in this one is fucking incredible; literally mai waifu.

Even if it's just the outline, please come back, OP.


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Anonymous 14/10/31(Fri)08:02 No. 22669 ID: ad4858

Agree would be happy with outline


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Anonymous 15/03/25(Wed)18:30 No. 23414 ID: 93e7d1

What happens next?!




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