“We run a tight ship here, Ms Dremmer,” the bald department head lectured from the front, and in the same pace he was storming along the corridor. Mr Wicklebimm couldn’t be bothered to hold any door open for the young woman struggling to keep up. “Do not think of your first day at work as a first day, but as work. There is no need for idleness just because your notepad still has all its sheets blank.” ...
Part 1 Alexandra applauded, almost giddy over the last minute goal, as the conquering hero skated in her direction. She stood up and waved from behind the plexiglass barricade that separated her front row seat from the action on the ice. Suddenly, Alexandra winced as number 23 leaned back sharply, sending a wave of ice crystals pelting against the clear shield in front of her. Looking around in embarrassment, Alexandra saw that most, if not all of the people in the sparsely populated stadium, had not noticed the blatant display of bravado. She turned back to the ice just in time to see the devilish grin that had melted her heart on so many occasions. But this time, Alexandra made a mental note of this incident, filling it away even as she went back to cheering for her boyfriend. ...
Author's Note: True Story, first of many Chapter 1 - The Arrival The following events are not fiction, this story and all future chapters added are entirely real. I had today possibly the single greatest delivery of all time. Something I’d wanted for years but because of the cost and size always put off but a couple of days ago I made the order and today it arrived. I picked up the parcel from my delivery point on the way home from work, a large inconspicuous brown box about 2ft by 2ft and 1ft deep. Carrying it home my head was going crazy with the possibilities, I actually had one, after all these years of dreaming, playing scenarios in my head they could now all become reality. ...
Annette was only half awake as her husband busily prepared himself for the day ahead; she sat at the dining table with her cup of coffee gradually coming to, she listened to him as he moved about the house getting ready to leave for work. He was going on about some major project he had on today but Annette was only just interested in the day she had planned and as soon as he left she would start. He was now standing by the front door, briefcase in hand looking for his car keys when Annette walked slowly over to him and held the keys out to him, kissing her on the cheek he grabbed the keys and opened the door “Don’t forget to feed Bessie!” he said as he left. ...
Tori wasn’t sure how she ended up in this. Her mind was hazy, filled with half-cohesive memories and vague physical touches that lingered. She remembered responding to an advertisement for a job in the “entertainment” industry; she had been a stripper before, so what was the difference? She remembered a strikingly gorgeous woman, a hallway with many rooms and little else. These limited thoughts swirled through the cocktail that was Tori’s mind as she awoke from her reverie slowly and frighteningly. She fluttered her eyelids open, immediately closing them when the bright light hit her. Opening first her left, then her right eye, she adjusted to the harsh light of the room in an attempt to piece back together the events of the previous night. ...
Author's Note: Witches were once known to be evil and dangerous women. They enjoyed the suffering of others, and they did cruel things to the innocent for nothing more than their own selfish desires. While this may not have been historically accurate, it did describe Audrey pretty well. Chapter 1 On the surface, Andrea Walden was a teenager just like any other. She went to high school, lived in the suburbs, and did nothing that set her apart from any of the other girls her age. She lived alone with her mother, who was often out of the house for business trips. Everyone knew that they were a completely normal family. ...
Author's Note: Domina here! Now, this is a story I’d been wanting to write for a long while, and finally got around to doing it justice! You see, there’s another story here on GaggedUtopia called The Chasity Diaper by Jakie Fox. It always spoke to me deeply, but there was so much about the story itself that didn’t resonate with me that made me just want to rewrite it. In addition, someone had commenting asking if anyone out there would take up the mantle and continue the story. So I’m doing both! This story can be treated as a self-contained experience, or, if you want more, later you’ll be able to follow this poor character’s life in a branching story! I don’t have the logistics worked out quite yet, but depending on how much y’all love this piece, hopefully we’ll see it soon. <3 ...
Author's Note: (This is series inspired by a short from Gromet’s Plaza: “The Box” by yourdbtop. It started as a writing experiment using only 1st and 2nd person pronouns, but I’ve been having too much fun with it since. I decided to share it piece by piece; if others enjoy it, perhaps I’ll keep going. Forewarning that while I love to be very descriptive, this is still a penned fantasy and not meant to be realistic. If you’re the type to complain about realism, consider leaving now.) ...
Author's Note: This is a fantasy I’ve had for a long time and played out in my head, with myself at various times as each character. It’s just something I need to get down on paper (so to speak)! Chapter 1 Girl leant forward over the kitchen sink to scrub a stubborn mark off the dish. With each movement of the sponge there could be heard a clinking sound as the thin steel chain between her handcuffs tapped the glass and crockery in the water. After years of wearing the cuffs (they had no keyholes, and were permanent), she had ceased to even notice when they made sound. ...
Author's Note: Something I wrote sometime back on another site for a fellow rubberist. Certainly my longest story I have ever written. Part One - Meeting A knock at the door, a young woman named Sara walks to it and opens her front door. Standing before her a man dressed in a heavy overcoat, he is actually looking down a bit so Sara does not catch his eyes. He picks his head up slowly and looks at the young woman. ...