The grease from the car and the rude, unflattering, fluorescent lights of the garage completely painted Hazel in a very unflattering light, in her dingy gray tank, with a plaid thong peeking out of the tops of low-cut jeans that were all tattered at her bare feet that stood on the concrete ground of the garage as she stood clinking along under the hood of the car. Her long braids were loosely tied back with a yellow banda...

Waking at the witching hour, Grgur the demon made his way to the kitchen. His long-fingered-short-clawed hand idly scratched an exposed hip near the fleshy orb that was his butt cheek, as his floofy tail curled around his leg like a shivering serpent. Red-slit eyes stared sleepily at the cold stone floor as it changed to tile. The bright light and cool air of the open freezer door illuminated the ashen, dark gray of his l...

Anne pressed the thorn into her palm until a bloom of blood pooled like a fallen raindrop in the lined land of her soft, satin-skinned hand. She breathed a small clandestine sigh of exquisite pleasure. This esoteric joy was what she called ‘the bright pain’. It made her sweat in her delicate places. It was her nightly ritual, as she sat on the sofa near the crackling fireplace in her bed chambers. As the night yawned deep...

The match only reached its seventh minute, but the whole audience could tell that it was about to end. The ring’s mat was stained by multiple drops of blood, which came from the swollen face of a male boxer on his knees. He looked down and panted with desperation while the referee started the countdown. The blood from his nose kept dripping down his chest and his blue Speedo. The man tried his best to get up but failed an...

I watch as the body I was supporting drops helplessly to the ground. Pathetic. I wipe my hand across the blood dripping down my chin and signal the guards to take the body away. I’m out of breath, and I take a moment to stabilize myself. I realize I feel quite full but the thirst at the back of my throat hasn’t been soothed at all. At this rate, I just know I would be throwing up later. “Where’s Abel?” I direct my questio...

Seven inches is supposed to be just perfect—at least as far as Subway’s polls regarding the gustative insult they dare call ‘sandwiches’ go. “You and I are through,” her text reads. Timestamp o-dark-hundred this morning. I raise one eyebrow and curl my lips into a pissed-off duck face at my girlfriend’s text—or rather ex, go figure. “Fuck Subway and their statistics,” I mutter, thinking about how she’s always kept reassur...

The pair woke to early morning gray skies that threatened rain. Bryn woke first and reached around Rick for his penis. She found it hard and proud and she started stroking. After three or four strokes, Rick awakened and put his hand over hers. “Good morning, Bryn. And thanks for waking me up in such a wonderful way." “If you turn over, I’ll make it more wonderful for you...” Rick turned over and Bryn immediately wrapped h...

“Hear ye, hear ye, hear ye! The court will now come to order!” Alice blinked as the sound of a heavy wooden gavel echoed sounded, startling her awake to find herself in a very large, very crowded, and rather austere chamber. ‘It looks very much like a courtroom’ she decided, and indeed, it was. “All rise for the Honorable Judge Jasper Jangleton!” exclaimed a man-sized lizard dressed in a formal-looking suit. Alice made an...

2052. The Bunker. The last thing I should be doing is thinking about him. I need to leave this rotten city. If they find me, I’m dead. I should get out of this disgusting mattress this very instant and do something useful. Why the hell do I keep thinking about him instead? The man who ruined me. The man who made me his slave. Viktor Volkov. I stand up in a rush and ensure the bunker doors are sealed. The image of his pier...