Short Stories Coming Of Age Novels & Stories

Until now, strange short stories had only very short stories. But from volume two I intend to add stories that have 10 to 20 captains as well. These stories are not so long nor have so much visibility as a separated book. For this reason, I decided to move all then into strange short stories, that is already a storybook of different themes.

Author's Note This book is a short compilation of erotic stories. Please note that not all entries are heavily erotic—some lean more toward emotional moments, dramatic tension, or character interaction. Also, 99% of these stories don’t follow a traditional plot, so don’t be confused if there's no clear beginning, middle, or end. They’re written more for mood, moments, and expression than full narratives. Enjoy the ride,no overthinking needed. 😉 ********************************************* Kael didn’t wait.

Screaming I closed the door to my room. I waited there in silence. Crying and trembling. What if mommy dies? ”Mommy?!” I whispered from under my covers when somebody entered my room. The smoke made it hard to breathe and the screams of different creatures were so loud like they were next to me. Mommy always told me that, good girls don’t cry. But I couldn’t stop the tears. I want my mommy. I uncovered my face and there was a male. Showing his sharp teeth he approached my bed with a sword in his hands, raising it over my head. But something came out of his chest. A sword. And when he fell I saw mommy. She ran over to me. Soothing my panicked state.

I loved working here. We started, by playing games and then watching a movie followed by our lunch break. The last one was the storytelling. I was telling them a story about the little red riding hood, where the wolf falls in love with a girl and ends up dying. Although the ending was not for children, I had to do something about it.

The Story of Chrissy and Asher My birthday had just passed. I was finally 18 years old. But sadly I was still a dumb virgined-nerd. I had been picked on all my life. Being in our high school was a bigger drag because we were in a small town. Which meant that the same stupid people that I knew in elementary as my bullies, were my same tormentors in high school. I was deep in depression most of my life. That was, until she moved in nect door. My angel- she had beautiful curves in all the right places, bee sting lips with the long batting-lashes that made me do anything she asked me to do.

Sometimes it was better to let things play out. “Mm. Old man Cabbage asked me to come over today. He says the weird noises are back.” Old man Cabbage was the oldest man in the village at ninety-three years old, yet he was a fit as a fiddle. He lived alone in an extremely old house that creaked even more than the orphanage. His wife died a long time ago and unfortunately they never had any children of their own. After Anderson and Carson went over a few times to help fix certain things in his house, he took a great liking to them both. He considered them his children and grandson. Understanding that, both young men could not bring themselves to charge the old man. The old man insisted on payi

Conrad and I actually had some fond memories together. Before Kelly showed up, Conrad would always accompany me to set off fireworks on my birthday. When I was younger, I didn't know that wishing was supposed to be done silently, so I would always say my wishes out loud. In just a few days, whatever I wished for would appear, sent over by the Reeses. As I grew older, I stopped saying my wishes out loud, but Conrad always managed to learn my preferences from my friends.

What about me? I lost my parents when I was five. My grandpa—my only family—died when I was ten. Wasn't I pitiful, too? How biased do you have to be to say something like that? If he really cared about me, how could he abandon me in the countryside for three years without so much as a word? I looked him straight in the eye and asked softly, "Lex, did you forget why I came to your family?" He froze. The color drained from his face.

“He curtsied and said, ‘Thank you, my lieges.’ And, the piece de resistance, he sliced his shirt right down the middle, solving the problem entirely. All the girls were following him around, drooling.” It sounded so fun to be Mia, to have friends, to feel like your presence was something people actually welcomed. I’d never done anything worth sharing, so I didn’t really know how to tell a story. I was born, I was taken by Long Lake Pack, I served a family of tyrants, I moved here.

Chapter One: Soft Moans The bonfire had died down to glowing embers by ten-thirty. The kids, eighty-something tenth- and eleventh-graders from Elites High, were finally zipped into their sleeping bags inside the cluster of army tents we’d pitched along the clearing. Ghost stories had turned to giggles, then yawns, then silence. Díckson and I had done the last sweep together: flashlights sweeping across canvas walls, counting heads, making sure no one had snuck off to smoke or worse.