Redsnake

Roommates

SLAM

The door to Shannon's room flew open, rebounding against the wall with a loud report. She started, phone slipping through her fingers, and looked up from where she lounged on her bed. She was tall and slender, hair long and blonde, wearing a snug blue crop top with fashionably ripped jeans clinging to her hips and tight white socks on her feet.

"Don't you ever knock?" she said, staring at the girl standing in the doorway, shorter and dark-haired and grinning like an idiot.

0
Average: 4.6 (27 votes)

Room Service

Author:
Inflation Types:
Popping:
Sexual Content:

The hotel room door swung open and Elise strode silently in, her neatly-tied hair swishing behind her as she pushed a small cart over the threshold. A soft click sounded at the closing of the door and she glanced quickly around the room before sighing, dropping her perfect posture into an easy slouch. The cart concealed her equipment and the stolen maid outfit made her practically invisible as she moved, but she was glad not to put either of them to the test. All of the guests were out and about at this hour, it seemed. All except one.

0
Average: 4.7 (35 votes)

Camille

Author:
Keywords:
Inflation Types:
Popping:

"Hmmm..." Shina pondered.

The burglar knelt at the end of a dimly-lit stone hallway, ear pressed against a stout wooden door, absorbed in process of probing its lock. Once she was through, there was nothing standing between her and the job of a lifetime. There was of course one detail that had made the venture the job of a lot of other people's lifetimes, and not long ones at that, but she had an ace up her sleeve for that eventuality. Probably.

0
Average: 4.1 (14 votes)

Witching Hour

Author:
Keywords:
Inflation Types:
Popping:
Sexual Content:

Mallory lay half-curled in slumber, clutching the last corner of a sheet that spilled onto the floor. She sprawled with messy grace in the warmth of the night, loose shorts bunched around her thighs and a snug t-shirt pulling tight curves over her chest with every breath she took. Long blonde hair spread about her like a halo, her arms drawn tight against her body and her toes pointed like a dancer's.

0
Average: 4.9 (29 votes)

Witness Protection

Author:
Keywords:
Inflation Types:
Popping:
Sexual Content:

Megan stirred at the sound of footsteps, but she was too exhausted to bother opening her eyes. It had been a long night already, and she didn’t have to check the clock to know it was far from over. The police had insisted on a patrol past her door every thirty minutes and a physical checkup every hour on the hour. It was an insane amount of bother, but at least it was all ending soon. Tomorrow – today, she thought blearily – she’d take the stand, and then there would be nothing left for anyone to fear. But for the moment, everyone was paranoid bordering on fanatical.

0
Average: 3.9 (22 votes)

Crocodile Tears

Author:
Keywords:
Inflation Types:
Popping:
Sexual Content:
 
“Wait up!”
 
I jerk my head reflexively towards the owner of the voice, but I don’t have to look up to know I want nothing to do with her. Someday I’ll figure out what went wrong between us, what her problem with me is. She’s so consistent, so tenacious, you’d think she was jealous of something. But I’m not the one riding an athletic scholarship and making all the guys—and a certain girl or two—drool every time I flip my hair. A weight drops into my stomach at the thought. A little tightness in my chest.
0
Average: 4.4 (35 votes)

After Hours

Author:
Keywords:
Inflation Types:
Popping:
Sexual Content:

It was closing time at the Urbanville Aquatic Center. The swimmers were gone, the locker rooms empty, the last stragglers finally herded out. Claire milled about the entrance with the other lifeguards, chatting idly about how nice if felt to rise the chlorine from her hair and slip back into dry clothes, laughing and commiserating with each other over the day’s work, talking eagerly about their plans for the evening.

0
Average: 4.6 (44 votes)

Deep Sea Rivalry

Author:
Inflation Types:
Popping:
Sexual Content:

Fleur hugged her knees, eyes languishing on the various needles and gauges set in the gray metal walls, and gave another long, heartfelt sigh. Fully twelve atmospheres remaining, by what she could tell. Or, by a more relevant metric, a half-dozen more hours steeping in ennui inside the tiny decompression chamber. She should be grateful, she knew. Relish a bit of boredom after the mishap earlier that day, from which only quick reactions and some impressive new technology had saved her. But that was the sort of thing that happened five hundred feet beneath the surface.

0
Average: 4.3 (29 votes)

World's Largest Cheerleader

Author:
Keywords:
Inflation Types:
Popping:

“Urbanville Welcomes the World’s Largest Banana Spilt!”

0
Average: 3.9 (16 votes)

Walk in the Woods, A

Author:
Keywords:
Inflation Types:
Popping:
Sexual Content:

“You haven’t heard the stories?” Katie said incredulously. “I thought that was the whole appeal of the place.  Who goes camping in some random forest if it’s not haunted?” She swung her flashlight around to emphasize the point. The beam cut weakly through the clinging mist, creating monsters out of shadow as its beam crossed hanging moss and craggy rock.

Sonja shivered. “I do.” She reconsidered. “Well, I mean, it doesn’t really have to be haunted, you know, if-“

0
Average: 4.7 (36 votes)
Syndicate content