Exquisite Corpse Book Novels & Stories

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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

"That's not Kay… that's not Kay… she can't be Kay…" By the time they found my body, decomposition had long set in. Some parts had even been eaten by scavengers. The organ traffickers had been brutal. After cutting me open, they hadn't even bothered to stitch me back up. They had simply discarded me in the wilderness, broken and abandoned. At this point, I wasn't even a corpse, just scattered remnants of what used to be a person. Quinn refused to look at the pictures—refused to see what had become of me.

Alpha Aidan explained as Archer and I joined the group of people huddled around the desk, whilst Darren hurriedly flipped through. “Here it is! The Tale of The Flesh Eaters, written by Arthur Bartley. It is said that Arthur saw these creatures one day which inspired the book.” Darren explained with a smile standing back so we all could see the story he was very proud to find, I mean this was only further validating the claims he’s been making.

It was messy, loud, and he convulsed in pleasure beneath him. Just as they collapsed in a heap of sweat, and semen, the bed broke beneath them. “Shit,” Jesse laughed. “We just broke the last bed in Nebraska.” Marcus rolled onto his back, panting. “Worth it.” A group zombie groaned outside the window, while they caught their breaths slowly falling asleep. Jesse turned his head. “Hey Marcus?” “What?” “I’d totally let you do that again. Just saying.” Marcus reached over, pulled Jesse close, and whispered in his ear;

"I don't care about the First Draft." I didn't take the pen. Instead, I grabbed the charcoal book we had found in Chapter 57—the one made from the Editor’s skin, the one that held the unwritten margin. I slammed the book against my own chest, right over the space where my heart was breaking, and I pulled the "Thirteenth resonance"—the collective grief of every person who had ever been assigned—out of my own marrow. "If I wrote the crisis, then I have the authority to Declare a Permanent Insolvency," I screamed.

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.

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