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The air in the library was thick with the scent of old books and the faint hum of fluorescent lights. Sadile Marconi, her fiery red hair cascading over her shoulders like a river of flames, sat at a secluded table, her green eyes darting between the pages of her textbook and the clock on the wall. The numbers seemed to mock her, ticking away the minutes until her next class, a class she was dangerously close to failing.

Some stories started with hate. This one ended with everything.

Alicent’s POV They say it is normal for a person to have some fantasies in their own mind. But I don’t know if this also applies to my fantasy. I was sixteen when I had my first boyfriend. He was cute and charming. Everything seemed perfect but we didn’t last. He was my first in everything. My first kiss, first date, and first fuck. It was a good experience, though. He is somehow a good fucker and he satisfied me. The bad part of it? It awakened something in me that should’ve just kept sleeping.

Jen finally asked him what was so funny. "You guys. Not in a ha-ha way, though. You're the stuff of myths; proof that unicorns exist." Of course he had to explain it. "Most people don't know this, but I honed my craft when I was young by writing erotic stories on a couple of free sites. My editor suggested it, saying it would give me a fan base when my novels came out, and I came to enjoy it. I'm compulsive about research, so before I wrote the first word I studied the genres. There's a recurring theme that's laughed at, about a rich supermodel who falls for an average guy who'd had his heart broken by a faithless wife. Other than the faithless wife part, you guys are it. I'd write about it

>>> If you really want what you said, tie a green ribbon to your door handle and leave it unlocked. Instantly I stop walking, my thoughts immediately telling me what this person is talking about, and in a way, I don't think so... And so I type back a reply: <<< What do you mean? >>> Your fantasy. Staring at the reply that came almost immediately, my first thought is that it’s a prank, but my second is worse: I want it so bad that my thighs press together, and I draw in quick breaths, completely forgetting that I'm still outside on the empty streets by 9pm.

“No that’s not what I’m saying at all, I’m asking what you know about fiction?” “You mean if I want to free a character from a story, I have to follow the rules of fiction.” “And what rules usually apply to fictional rescues from Hell?” “Wait, you said she was trapped in a story, not Hell.” “Both Heaven and Hell are stories that we tell ourselves. They’re ways of coping with our mortality and what comes after.” “I suppose you’re right, that’s why we tell tales about descents into the underworld isn’t it?” “Yes it is.”

It's all a fantasy. Fable has been my escape. An unhealthy one. A safe pretend world where I could bury myself. Just like how Zee cried after she finished the final Harry Potter book, or how Jamie bases so much of her worth on the fictional version of herself that lives across a thousand Instagram pics, in the comments and likes of a thousand strangers. Just carefully constructed lies to comfort and lull. Dreams.

A man hit by a car in New York in 1977 got up uninjured, but lay back down in front of the car when a bystander told him to pretend he was hurt so he could collect the insurance money. The car then rolled forward and crushed him I don't own any of this stories. I found them in some creepy books. I'm thinking of writing my own scary stories, but not anytime soon. You can send me your short stories for a feature if you feel like it. Thanks for reading. Enjoy!

I dove three fingers into my slippery folds, plunging two knuckles deep. I pumped my pussy like Kim was pumping the orgasm-blissed Jang mi, thumb riding my clit, fingers rolling my nipples. Kim’s mouth broke open and his body jerked. He pulsed hot, salty semen deep into Jang mi, the two of them coming as one, shaking so badly they threatened to topple over and tumble into the ocean. And right then, a wet, wicked orgasm welled up from my finger-churned pussy and thumb-buffed clit and went tidal-waving through my water-dappled body, sending me out to sea with my fantasy lovers.

Updates for this series will be twice or thrice a week, with a full upload of a story, not chapter-by-chapter updates, depending on my school schedules. What fantasy do you have? Comment on it, and you might be lucky enough to get your story chosen.