Sharon is supposed to play tennis with Marie, but Marie doesn't show up, and then things start to go wrong. This story is set in 1990. Has anything changed?
In a recent FBI: Most Wanted episode, Kristin Gaines discussed when she was captured and tortured in the past. She told her ex-husband the scars on her back were not from a car accident as she told him previously. "Anything you can imagine they could do to me, they did." I took that as a challenge and imagined what she went through and wrote it down.
Carl is a divorced man, who is spending the night before Halloween alone because his daughter decided to go to a party instead. But when shopping he sees a rabbit costume, so decides to crash the party and check up on her. This is an extended version of my earlier story "Harvey". Most of the story is the same, but the ending is different. In short, it is no longer a "Dark Tale" in the same way as I gave it a happier ending.
When four hardened black criminals fleeing from the law stumble upon a classroom of white women and girls more beautiful than they ever could have imagined, the leader of the gang gets an idea. For the meeting is a disciplinary hearing for four deformed black boys and our head robber sets his mind to finding out just who's really in charge when the rules are thrown away.
My story is a sequel to "Chattel Acres." The original "Chattel Acres" was written by SumYunGai and QuestionMark around 1994 or thereabouts. It was a story about a dairy farm in which the cattle were human women. They were rounded up out of the "wild," branded, milked, bred, and, yes, even slaughtered (alive) for meat. Grizzly stuff!
In a futuristic 1990, a lab decides to make a robot that has a male penis, that is expandable in length and girth, and a female robot that is made for pleasure only
War is Hell! I think after so many of them we found that out. When the participants are someone you love, family even, then the 'gloves' come off and the only important thing is to 'kill' the bastards before they kill you. Family, to us that had a whole new meaning. It inspired what many would think of as 'extreme' measures. Screw it, they started it, now we were going to finish it; our way.