Going Wild - The Punisher by pjlookingg, literature
Literature
Going Wild - The Punisher
Going Wild - The Punisher A well-dressed man exited his small town office, walking the short distance to the parking lot three blocks away when he heard a young woman crying in the alleyway. Curious and following his sense of duty, he approached her. She looked to be a teenager with long flowing reddish blond hair and pale green eyes. "Miss? Miss, are you all right?" He asked, setting down his suitcase next to the one who was rolled up in a ball. She shyly looked up, hair all over her teary eyed face. "I'm... Can you help me?" She hesitantly said between sobs. Lights out. He was struck by behind and fell, unconscious. "Took you long enough!" She said, getting up to help her accomplice drag their victim behind a dumpster. "I had to walk carefully so he wouldn't hear me." "You could have hastened the pace when that noisy truck passed by, Mike." They put a few pre-arranged garbage bags filled with loose paper over the man to hide him, then, Mike turned to the teenager. "You know, you
Character Prologue (Emily, Hannah, and Chloe) by GamingOmega99, literature
Literature
Character Prologue (Emily, Hannah, and Chloe)
There is the old, common saying "Be careful what you wish for", that has been known across humanity in both real life and fantasy alike. Some wishes are made with good intentions, others are often made from selfish desires or even the worst of mankind. However, on many other occasions, even a wish made from the good intentions of others are sometimes twisted up in the hubris of mankind and their desires. A tale between three young girls will show that a pure wish made from the strong friendship they forged since their childhood can have... unintentionally abnormal results. It all starts off with a young, blond girl named Emily Anderson who was born in Rockford, Illinois. She was characteristically charismatic in her social and friendly output around her classmates from almost every school she had attended to, earning her quite the popular name among boys and girls alike. She grew to have plenty of friends who have come and gone as the school years were finished up, but there were
Kim looked out at the sleek, purple, skateplex she’d be dining in. Most of the skaters were in the central rink, navigating the scattered body parts of klutzes that were strewn across the glossy concrete. More impressive were the staff members gliding through the labyrinth of tables on the restaurant side of the establishment. “The reviews called the service unreliable.” Kim said. She watched a rather cute waitress fly right past, then looked back down to discover that her cider had arrived. “Yeah, no way they meant this place.” Tasha said, holding up her tequila for a toast. Kim engaged in the traditional clink, but as she took her swig, she caught another glance at that waitress. The skater girl seemed to orbit the dining area for a moment, winding up to speed right into another table. The tabletop sliced through her waist, leaving her resting on her stump and taking orders. Kim, however, was focused on the pair of legs that slid through beneath the table. They idly skimmed
(FTF) Couple Therapy Norman, a thirty seven year old office worker had just finished his work day. He was sitting on a bench in the park that he often visited on nice weathered days to shake away the stress of the day before returning home to Jennifer, his lovely thirty four year old bride. They had been married twelve years, very happy, no kids. Jennifer had started to hint that she felt herself fearing getting less attractive as the years were going by. She still looked great, working out, eating right and taking good care of herself and of her husband who too, kept in shape. Recently, she had been keeping more to herself. Norman knew to give her space and because she was a well-balanced person, he wasn't too worried about it. He got taken out of his reverie by that same old man who waved hello to him as he walked by simply saying 'hi'. He had only chatted for less than a minute with him on a few occasions, as he had with only a few other people, each understanding that the working
Day 25 – Storage “Alright, settle down, now time for lot 87B folks,” auctioneer Jonny Johnson yelled across the hubbub of the excitable crowd huddled around the metal sheet covering the storage bin, a thick padlock in place to prevent prying eyes from seeing what was inside. “The guy who owned this bin got caught by the cops the other night, so the contents of this bin are up for grabs. Who wants to see what’s inside?” The crowd of eager bidders hooted their approval. Johnny Johnson gave his attendant the nod, after which the chain was snapped with boltcutters. As the light of multiple torches beamed through the interior after the bind door was hauled up, the bidders gave a loud holler of surprise. “Ppppllllssss, hhhhllpppp sssss!” pleaded a Hispanic girl with her long dark hair messy dressed in a dark tanktop, denim miniskirt and one peach coloured high heel. The other heel rested on the floor just below her bare foot, which was suspended two feet off the ground. This was due to
Seeking Lost Glory - Part 1 by MidKnightTales, literature
Literature
Seeking Lost Glory - Part 1
Stand-alone introductory story for the Aesyger Saga
Chapter 1
At the Journey’s Beginning
It was early in the morning, the sun was just barely visible, bathing the clouds in a its white glow and making the distant mountain peaks shimmer and glitter, as if they were covered in jewels. I stood on the northernmost bastion, as I so often do, gazing at the wide ocean of white before us. While Sage’s Keep was a wonderful place, to be sure, it was still so very cold and lonely. Despite having been groomed for one day taking over the seat of Lordship of House Tasyger, I knew the day was far away. Still, staying up here all my youth wouldn