Christopher Thompson
Stories (9/0)
Soft Boiled Treasure
Hard-Boiled detective Kentucky Bourbon cracked the shell of his soft-boiled egg and popped the top off. He set the sliver of shell, with its small amount of egg white, aside and leaned forward to peer into the cavernous opening he had just made. His face fell as disappointment took him.
By Christopher Thompson3 months ago in Fiction
Doctor Banzai and the Circus of the Damned
Doctor Banzai and the Circus of the Damned Dr. Hiroshima Bonsai, Master of Science and professor of Chemistry, Physics, Alchemy, Psychology, Para – Psychology, and about a dozen other things ending in “ology” reached around his assistant as he fucked her from behind and squeezed her breast. His strong, precise fingers found the dark tip of Yuki’s nipple and pinched it. Hard. The Japanese grad student, latest in a long string of grad student assistants, let out a squeak and sucked in a breath.
By Christopher Thompson3 years ago in Filthy
New Exhibit - Coming Soon
Blood dripped from the open wound in the wax woman’s throat where she hung above the antique bath tub in the middle of the room. It rolled slowly from the wound and dribbled down across the beautifully sculpted cheek leaving red streaks in its wake. From there it travelled over the inverted figure’s forehead to fall languidly away and land on Gwen’s outstretched foot. She was seated in the tub and lounged back against the edge behind her.
By Christopher Thompson3 years ago in Filthy
Wolves
With a single twitch of each numb, cold – swollen digit I took count of the massive beasts hauling me across the barren landscape. I ran out of fingers before I ran out of dogs. My thoughts turned to how I would finish the count when I realized that only a single pair remained unaccounted for before my vision faded into the gently blowing snow and caused whatever was in front of me to blur.
By Christopher Thompson3 years ago in Horror
Mermaid Sushi
Mermaid Sushi By: Christopher Thompson Photo Credit: Yemaya Naja Courtesy of Najaestic Entertainment It was the neon sign that first attracted me to the place. Almost no one uses neon anymore. At least, not in the classic style. Bright pink letters in English flashed to Japanese and were overlaid atop the blue and green silhouette of a mermaid.
By Christopher Thompson3 years ago in Horror