Psychological
Ego Sum Pt. 3
Read Pt. 2 Here Marion was stopped as he stepped into work, being given a slip of paper as soon as his feet crossed into the building. Shannon didn’t say a single word as she passed over the paper, not even smiling at him. Her face was terribly blank, nothing being her eyes - just a deep, dark abyss.
By caitodoesstuff3 months ago in Fiction
Just a Taste Part 7. Content Warning.
Ch 7: The Ugly Truth Isabella December 19th, 2024- Basement of Montgomery Estate- Time: Unknown This was officially the worst winter break ever! First, I lost my virginity in a closet to a stranger, whom I'll never see again, and then I incurred the wrath of Daddy by keeping it a secret, and the icing on the shit cake: Daddy trapped me in the basement!
By Rain Dayze3 months ago in Fiction
The Brighter Tomorrow. Content Warning.
In the weeks that preceded the most important speech of my career, the last call for change I would utter, I, Jeremiah Williamson, had worked tirelessly to gain traction in the polls and to appeal to the disenfranchised and mismanaged and maligned.
By Paul Stewart3 months ago in Fiction
Just a Taste Part 6. Content Warning.
Ch 6: Frenzy Dylan December 19th, 2024- Abandoned Hotel, South Carolina Woods- 8:07 PM Turns out, getting out of dodge was more complicated than I expected. Although I've gotten away with stealing more than a dozen bodies from Richland County over the years, the drunk driver I took was evidently too much.
By Rain Dayze3 months ago in Fiction
Identifying as the Hater Who was Hated
There's a low-functioning, unsuccessful narcissist sitting in the corner of some bar in Los Angeles. His name is Matthew. But could I be wrong? Maybe I've made too many mistakes, and alcohol is one of my last sources of solace now.
By ANTICHRIST SUPERSTAR3 months ago in Fiction
Just a Taste Part 5. Content Warning.
Ch 5: Whatever You Say, Daddy Isabella December 16th, 2024- Montgomery Mansion, Columbia- 7:22 AM Daddy sent a limo to collect me at exactly 7:00, reiterating his love for two things: money and punctuality. I'm on that list somewhere, but those are his priorities.
By Rain Dayze3 months ago in Fiction
The Last Sap of Jerusalem
It’s a bit of a strange thing, the life of a sapper. You crawl under the earth, laying your plans in the dark, while above, the world rages on — arrows flying, stones crashing, men shouting, and the gods themselves seeming to laugh at the mess we’ve made of their perfect world. My name, by the way, is Gaius Vitellius. I’m a sapper in the Roman legions, and this is the story of how I helped take Jerusalem.
By Jesse L Shelley3 months ago in Fiction









