Exquisite Corpse Book Novels & Stories

Corpseboy caught my eye, smiled grandly, and motioned to the strange scene before us. “As king, I welcome you to my humble court,” he pronounced, offering his arm and leading me down the cobblestone path. I didn't budge, eying the phantoms waltzing in the distance. They stopped dead in their tracks, bowing and curtsying deeply as Corpseboy turned to face them. He looked at me with exasperation, released my hand and bowed slightly to the ghostly crowd. They burst into excited whispers, voices like wind through dead leaves, and the candles burst into pillars of flame. I screamed as the firelight drenched them, revealing transparent skeletons instead of their elegant silhouettes, dressed i

Xermia recognized the cover of the book and he whispered to Thomas and Sigrid. “Are you seeing what I am seeing?” “What is it?” “If I am not mistaken that is the Covenant book!” Thomas interrupted the man’s page flipping, “I know that book! Where did you get it?” “Oh this book, I got it from a far away place called shut up and mind your business!” The man’s arrogance was getting to Thomas, he was an insult away from a complete breakdown. “Oh here we go! Sorry to keep you waiting.” His index finger surfed across the page as he mumbled the words written. He looked up at the ceiling, repeatedly reciting the incarnation in order to cram it.

I opened it without wasting time and walked to one of the shelves before rummaging through its stack of books. I knew I had found just what I was looking for when I pulled out an oxblood hardcover book from a collection, a smile crossing my face as I palmed out the dust from its plain design. The book had no title and that was not something to be surprised about because for as much as I knew, eroticists usually skipped putting a name to their works, they only had their pseudonyms written and that was it.

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—He whispers in my ear, "Anyone can come in right now. —My mind clouds as I feel something hard brushing against my intimacy until it releases..... —I can stop myself if that's what you want. —smiles sideways —That's what I thought. It was a bomb of emotions that exploded when I felt it, my soul vibrated wanting more, I cling to him while silencing my voice as he held a kiss so voracious and intense that I was lost in the madness of the aphrodisiac pleasure that my body was feeling I lean my body back and his hand holds me so he can get closer to me, his voice telling me what I am drives me crazy and I smile like a slut asking for more in murmurs but he orders me not to hold back. My body te

he responded, whipping his head around in my direction. "Okay, check them,” I ordered. I buried my face down and ran my eyes through the books, then I saw one that caught my attention. "Realms of the Shifting Shadows: Tales of Fantasy and Fur"’ was boldly written on the binding of the book. The book has intricate designs of werewolves under a glowing moon. I picked up the book and opened the first page, which had been aged. I couldn't tell how long this must have been here. The first page I opened was blank. This prompted me to open the second page; it was practically empty, just like the first. I continued opening until the fifth page because I was counting the number of pages as I flipped

CHAPTER TWO Two days passed in a haze of stolen glances and barely contained anticipation. Elise arrived for the next scheduled session on Wednesday evening with her usual leather satchel slung over her shoulder and her composure locked tightly in place. Inside, her blood hummed. She had replayed the library scene countless times: the taste of Daphne on her tongue, the way the girl’s thighs had trembled around her ears, the broken, reverent sound of her name when Daphne came.

I cough when it raises a puff of dust into the air on its way. “I gave you all the ones with more pictures,” Roger murmurs, closing his book and reaching for his next as well. “Wanted to make it easy on you.” My mouth drops open in a little outrage at his implication there but then I see the upturned corner of his lip. “Liar,” I say, smiling down at my book as I open the cover. The title page reads A Complete History of the Cults of the Dark God, 1862. “You just didn’t want to get your hands and clothes dusty touching all these old ones.” Passively, I gesture to my clothes – which are indeed covered in a light layer of grey library dust.

The Emergent World required the reader to have been inside a long arrangement — a partnership, a collaboration, a building of something together that was larger than either person alone. And the fourth book required the reader to have been inside a long accumulation long enough that the ordinary day was the deepest thing they knew. He said: "Yes. The Inside Account is available to any thoughtful reader. The Ground Keeps requires the reader to have been in the ground or close to it. The Emergent World requires the reader to have been inside a long arrangement. The fourth book — " He paused, finding the form. "The fourth book is available only to the reader who has been inside a long accumulat

For someone with an empathy problem, you're making a lot of sense. "Mmm… I take your point.... personal but not too expensive...." I drop the lid of the laptop on Richard Burton and Scheherazade. ***** Later, scouring eBay, I find what I'm looking for. Second-hand, but beautifully produced and illustrated; a collector's edition, slightly dog-eared but not enough to spoil a gorgeous binding and a minor work of art. And before I wrap it, I take time to read some of the tales inside.... Fuck me.... and I thought these were stories for children....