Odd Short Stories Novels & Stories

It doesn't help that we just had to turn the clocks back an hour for daylight saving, so now it’s already dark at five o’clock in the evening. Jon's Auto Shop is one of only two shops in the small town of Randleman, North Carolina. This is where I grew up and have lived my entire life. I want to leave, but I have nothing to leave for. I'm twenty-three, 5'5" with shoulder-length golden brown hair and hazel eyes. I'm not bad to look at in my opinion, but when all the eligible bachelors are men you've grown up with, it kind of decreases the options in the dating pool.

He asked politely as he looked from me to Tasha for approval. “ Why not? The more, the merrier.” Tasha replied and Arnold stepped in to walk beside us, making me the middle man. “Alright so it's time for some midnight stories from dear Arnold, anything you have for us Arnold?” Tasha asked Arnold, who smiled. He was obviously pleased with her words. “Hm… I could share my experience killing the strange creatures that live here. Okay, what is your opinion of the scariest and strangest creature?” Arnold asked as he folded his arms.

He said in excitement and Charles nodded in agreement beside him as he sat up. “There's this one lady at the strippers’ section. I heard she's a beast! Men literally fight to get her home with them. I want to try her tonight, she's so fucking sexy. You have to come, man, you're missing out on a lot because you're a damn workaholic,” Charles quipped, but I was uninterested as I watched them talk and talk about how much fun “they” were gonna have. Until someone knocked softly. The door pushed open to reveal Lena and she walked in with her usual innocent smile as she placed documents on my desk.

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Not once, not from my fingers, not from toys, not even during sex. I have read every article, watched videos, bought books , nothing worked, It was like something in me was broken. But I was pathetically wet for a stranger I’d never spoken to. The day it happened was no different than the others, except I’d reached my limit. My husband had canceled dinner. Again. I lit candles. I played soft jazz. I wore lingerie that still had the tags on. He didn’t even text. So when I heard the moans again from next door, not just soft ones, but desperate, raw cries, I broke. Something inside me snapped.

I signed for the plain brown box quickly, trying not to look too eager and carried it straight up to my room, locking the door behind me. I sat on the bed and tore the package open. My new thick veiny dildo, it was even bigger and more realistic than I expected, two slutty lingerie sets…one black sheer babydoll and one tiny red crotchless teddy, the upgraded ring light and the sturdy tripod. My pussy clenched just looking at it all. I was soaked again. I snapped a quick photo of the opened box and sent it to HotFantasy88. **Me:** It came. Look what I got 😳 The big one is huge. I’m so horny right now after all that stress.

Nyra It took me two days—and way too much late-night scrolling—to find anything solid about Fantasies. Most of what I found online was vague, broken, or so cryptic it might as well have been written in Morse code. People online just kept repeating the same thing: It’s not for everyone. Which, of course, made me want it more. I was huddled in the break room, elbows on the table, completely absorbed in a thread called “What really happens at Fantasies,” when a voice cut through the silence.

one officer said "I know this place, they can't get far, the stories behind this place is a mystery. People have gone missing mysteriously" the other said "Where do you think they headed?" "Let's go further a little"... Baddo opens his eyes to see himself on a wooden table, the place smelt like meat and fresh blood, he looked around, on his left were different metal weapons hanging on the wall, all rusted, on the roof top is a yellow bulb shining brightly, he tries moving but couldn't because he was tied down

The parties I was once invited to stopped sending their gilded envelopes, but I hadn’t noticed until long after they’d quit coming. Friends—if I could even call them that faded out too, tired of chasing someone who had no interest in being found. I told myself I didn’t need them. All I needed were words on a page, scripts I could breathe life into from the safety of my desk. So I started writing again, but not the way I used to. These stories weren’t loud or desperate for attention. They were quiet, deliberate, full of shadows and lingering truths. I sold them anonymously through contacts who didn’t ask questions. No red carpets. No interviews. No public face. Just the work, and maybe that w

She was enjoying every bit of his weird, fetish sexual torture and having him explore his awkward fantasy on her. It felt good. So good. It felt nice. So nice and all she could ever wish for at the moment was more duration of it. In all her years of existence, she has never had anyone do anything out of the ordinary with her, and now getting to experience such treatment from someone younger was something that was going to be in her mind forever. "Should I continue?" He smirked. She nodded furiously without hesitation, agog over the question. Her eyes were shut so tightly, and her two palms grasped his bald head. She never for once wanted to know why he preferred being bald instead of keeping