Random Scenes Novels & Stories

"Talk!" Kiran anxiously glanced around as her hand reached for the small wound on her neck. They were in the middle of a meadow with white flowers staring at the night sky. Giant stone pillars arranged in a circle surrounded them as if they were in a sacred place where religious rituals were performed. She had seen something similar in the comics she had read, especially the ones with fantasy parallel universes. "Well?" the young man prodded.

The room was filled in dim light but brighter than the room I was tied in. A scene right from 80s movie. A place where you could get killed and never be found because your body would be thrown over a cliff or buried alive. I shuddered at the thought. "This is the spot?" My eyes scanned the various paintings hanging on the wall. A naked girl hiding behind a tree, two women and one man on the bed, a naked girl with hands around her private parts, a smiling king surrounded by pretty women. Nothing spiritual or any landscapes. Just naked women and lusty men. How predictable.

I ask, hoping we don't meet anyone while Tracy's under the influence of the transmitter. "Just around this corner," she says, turning right and coming to a stop a few feet down. She unlocks a door and steps inside. Entering the room behind her, I stare disbelievingly at the plasma screen taking up a large portion of the wall behind her desk. Here in living color, making their big screen debut, are the two naked women I just left. Susan is sprawled on the couch with one foot on the floor, rhythmically rocking her hips against Danae's face, which is burrowed, between her legs. The image fills the screen and my focus rapidly shifts between Danae's perfect ass and my sisters jiggling tits.

‘I was just remembering how I used to imagine your hands all over me. He didn’t bat an eyelid, as if it was no more than could be expected, grinning. ‘And I couldn’t look at you without getting an erection.’worth it.’ I breathed a sigh of relief, for the clearing was little changed, its floor carpeted with mossy grass and today, dappled with shifting sunlight. Randell emerged behind me, staring around at our camouflaged hideaway. ‘ Wow.’ He dragged me over to a tree and leaned back against its ivy-clad trunk. ‘Come here.’ He pulled me against him.

And then, suddenly, I’m transported into a vivid memory, watching my life unfold in front of me like a movie. As the events unfolded in front of my eyes, I felt my knees buckle and my vision blur. The iridescent pearl, which had been the center of our attention, vanished. Selene sensed my distress and pulled me down onto the soft, plush, rainbow-colored grass. The scent of fresh flowers and dewy grass filled my nose, and the vivid colors of the grass and the surrounding trees seemed to dance and blur together. The gentle rustling of leaves and chirping of birds provided a soothing background to the chaos that had just occurred. As I sat there, trying to regain my composure, I felt a sense of

There’s a small playground and a clearing that contains a sparring ring about twenty feet from the river. I disconnect the link before getting confirmation that he even heard me. I’ve never developed the sensitivity needed to know when someone picks up on my link, I can only hope for the best as all the prospects charge after me. I back up several feet very quickly as they trip over one another and crumple into a large ball and for once I understand the meaning of sex crazed as the prospects who fell on top start getting pummeled by the ones on the bottom. An uncontrolled brawl breaks out in front of me and stupidly, all I can do is stare.

Maya As I take Carla's hand, the scenery around us changes drastically. The room we once stood in with its warm, inviting light disappears, along with the furniture. Soon, I see burning trees and a field with fallen soldiers on the ground. Blood colors the grass red, and there is a permanent stench in the air, making me hold my nose. My lips form an unhappy frown. "What is that rotten smell?"

she says bitterly. Suddenly Randy yells grabbing his head as if he is in pain. His eyes glaze over and he looks like he is in a trance. You can see his eyes moving like he is watching a movie. There is a trickle of blood coming from his nose, and he looks like he is watching a horror show. Suddenly the vision ends because he is on the ground with Carrie racing to him.

Sweat builds on my forehead as I try to control what I'm seeing. I'm flashed with woods, forests, a highway. Images of a town filled with lots of houses and people. Flashes of Rennet and different white-haired people. I scream as my mind is bombarded by what's being thrown at me. A castle on a hill. A light on the 5th floor. A vision from a stage. Fire. Destruction. Sammy standing in the middle of thousands of white wolves drooling and growling while she laughs evilly. Then darkness. My breathing starts to calm. My head starts to hurt a little less.

Verena The night before we leave for Las Vegas, anxiety knots tightly within me, refusing to let sleep claim me easily. But eventually, exhaustion wins out, and I drift into a restless slumber. My dreams, usually fragmented and confusing, coalesce into a vivid, powerful scene tonight. I find myself standing in a vast, open field bathed in moonlight. The grass under my feet is cool and soft, and above me, the full moon reigns supreme in a starless sky. It’s serene, surreal, and I know instinctively this isn’t an ordinary dream.