Shrinking Interactive Stories Novels & Stories

~ END ~ Author’s Note: Next Story “The Poker Game”

said Samuel who threw a piece of rock at him. He lifted his eyebrows while sucking on his bottle, "You've heard almost everything about it ... " he was reluctant. "I haven't," Charlie said to him. "Precisely why it should not be re-told tonight," he made eye contact with Samuel to drop the topic. She pushed his arm, "That's not fair ... I haven't heard any of those stories yet ... why? Is it bad?"

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He plunged his violet hand into the red light. --- ### The Bridge of Stories In the Recycle Bin, the world suddenly turned **Violet**. The white wall of the Shredder didn't disappear, but it slowed down. It began to stutter, flickering between "Delete" and "Ignore." "Rowan?" I whispered. I could feel him. I could feel his heartbeat in the ground beneath my feet. He was the "Error" that was buying us time. "Now!" the Discarded Draft screamed. "The children! Use their stories! They are the 'Input'!"

(eg when Damon speaks, the format will be as this: Damon ~ "It was not Ava; it was Amé." Full adaptation is dependent on the popularity of the Interactive Story. Let me know what you think, of Gamble With My Heart. Happy reading, Tatum Whispers PS. Gamble With My Heart was a winner in the Chapters Interactive Stories' Writing Contest in 2020. ******************** I open my eyes one by one trying to avoid the bright light that is streaming through the windows. I stretch every perfectly formed muscle in my body. I look on over to the blonde that is spread all over the bed next to me. There is a big smile on my face, and I am feeling great.

The young man casually walked away leaving Brielle who was still pensive. Not long after, the sound of footsteps could be heard. His friend walked back beside him. “You certainly still remember your magical ability, right? I don’t know how many straight men have ‘bent’ because of you,” she responded, and her last words were able to stop Alain’s steps. “I hope your magical ability won’t apply to Painter Huang. You know that I really like him, right?” Brielle Park. The girl said it very lightly, even with a smile, but somehow Alain’s soul felt like it was being slashed by a very sharp sword.

Story Note: “Room for One More” is a standalone short from my erotic collectiona mix of intense, sensual, and sometimes forbidden stories that explore the raw edges of desire. Each story introduces new characters, new fantasies, and unapologetically explicit encounters. This particular tale features a taboo dynamic between step-siblings, told with heat, dominance, and no holding back. Reader discretion is advised. *************************************************

Dear Reader Thank you for reading the first chapter of the book called, My Crazy Normal. My Crazy Normal was originally written as an Interactive Story Game. I am in the process of adapting it into a novel form. The original version contains a great deal of dialogue to fit the platform for which it was intended. Though you can enjoy the story in its interactive format too as currently published. (eg when Kayley speaks, the format will be as this: Kayley ~ “Mike, what an awesome surprise. Where have you been?”)