George is having a bad day, a really bad day. Follow him as he descends into his own personal hell.
Will he ever come out the other side or will he lose what little he has left?
Ever burned water? Used the smoke alarm as a kitchen timer? This is for you. This is for beginning cooks everywhere. This is a rant, yet I tried to keep it engaging.
What's it doing on SOL? Where the hell else am I going to publish it?
A literary version of candy corn, this mercifully short story straddles the delicate distinction between horrific and horrible, until it finally falls off and lands on the wrong side. Readers, ye be warned!
A Story in the ZPAW Universe
Marla's just come off a double shift at the hospital where she works as an EMT. Before she left, she heard rumors of patients going crazy and biting people.... All she wants to do is take a shower and get some sleep, but her ex-boyfriend pounds the door demanding help.... Note,this story is marked 'Minimal Sex' It would be 'Some Sex', but the sex is not explicit (The story is tamer than the romances you can buy at walmart). I thought about marking it 'NoSex' but that doesn't fit either.
In a mysterious dilapidated mansion, on one special night of the year, entities from other planes enter our world. Three lads stumble upon a nude succubus orgy. They are not permitted to leave until they indulge. Will their bodies hold up and survive a night of pleasure with insatiable nymphomaniacs from hell...
What does it mean to possess something? Does it truly belong to the person holding it? Are people even in control of their selves, their emotions? Just like beauty is in the eye of the beholder, possession is nine|tenths.