gunge slime pies last stand alien egg destruction messy balloons hidden agenda stormtrooper accuracy The Story So Far: The contestants have reached the exit to the palace, but with the villains in hot pursuit. Lucy and Lena tried to hold off their pursuers long enough for the gate to open, but found themselves cut off and surrounded. Meanwhile, Anna... |
It was a blisteringly hot Saturday afternoon, and Jake was knee-deep in finishing touches on the old house's renovation. His arms were streaked with white, yellow, and splashes of red paint. His shirt was soaked through, sweat mixing with the paint s... |
(A sequel to Charity Date or Messy Fate)
Laura hadn't seen Miles since the charity gala a couple of months ago where she'd consigned him to a vat of gunge. In the days following the event she been in a triumphant mood having gotten payback for her f... |
Note: The last time I tried to post this series, this was as far as I got before the site went offline. Hopefully this time I'll make it to the finale. If you want to read in stages, the 'score settling' and 'door defence' scenes might be good points... |
Hi my name is matt,im here to tell you a story of a fetish I have with my aunt peggy, my aunt peggy is hot she has long brown hair brown eyes she's about 5'5 175 pounds nice tone long legs and nice arches in her feet,shoes size is a 5.so when I was a... |
The day was actually perfect. The sun glittered on the lake, the white lilies were fragrant, and my bride-to-be looked like an elf in her snow-white designer dress, straight out of a fairytale. We walked along the narrow forest path toward the altar,... |
I'm trying something slightly different in this story.
This story is as much about what happens inside Sophie inner thoughts as what happens around her.
Sophie's inner thoughts are shown in italics
I hope you enjoy seeing the evening unfold from h... |
Breakfast Is On Me
It was supposed to be a peaceful, easy-going morning in the small town diner. The Mornin' Glory was warm, cozy, filled with the scent of freshly brewed coffee and sizzling bacon. It was the kind of place where everybody knew ea... |
The Story So Far: After the events in the purifier and the ensuing ambush, the remaining contestants became split up and are now trying to escape the palace. Meanwhile, despite having their identity revealed, the traitor remains at large....
Part 9:... |
All Sabine wanted was that one perfect vacation photo. She was wearing her favorite white summer dress, which fluttered beautifully in the salty breeze as she strolled with her husband, Thorsten, across the damp sand of the North Sea. The low tide ha... |
[This is an unusually structured but hopefully appealing ultra long three-part story in the tradition of the old WAMWORLD tales.
The first section is straightforward traditional narrative, the second section is then interactive, and then if you keep... |
The lawyer's shoes were wrong for the field -- too clean, too narrow -- and the cowboy noticed immediately.
The wind pushed tall grass around them as the brothers argued, voices sharp, words cutting deeper than either man wanted to admit.
"You don't... |
You walk up to your boss's office, palms sweaty already. A big report was due and you had gotten too distracted to finish it on time. This hadn't been the first time you had gotten distracted before a deadline, but it was the first time you had been... |
The wife and I stand toe to toe neither one of us breaking eye contact.
"You said it would just be a few people over tonight and I have to work early tomorrow." I say as I try to get my point across.
"Well I've already invited ten friends and they... |
Note: Fair warning, this is a long one, running at double the length of most other chapters in the series. Trying to read it in one sitting might get exhausting, though the scene in the 'testing lab' comes just before the halfway point, should you be... |
Everyone agreed the holiday gala was "important."
This agreement was not the product of discussion, thought, or belief; it was the result of repetition. Human Resources had written the word important so many times, bolded, underlined, italicized, oc... |
Joseph May quietly sits on the hotel bed as his wife is still getting ready in the bathroom. He feels a slight pang of unease about this vacation, but he knows it is super important to his wife, so he is putting on his best face to put her at ease.... |
The Wedding Clown
Jodi groaned in frustration as she read the text message. "I'm so sorry, we had to cancel the party, her kids have the flu." These risks come with the territory as a party clown, but she could really have used the money, and defini... |
The sales competition every year got intense, some might say out of hand. The winner would always get a nice bonus and every once in awhile a jaw-dropping perk. Two years ago it was a skiing vacation in the Swiss Alps. Last year it was an electric mo... |
Liz was no fool. This whole thing had 'set-up' written all over it. For all Annabelle's claims to have found a conveniently-placed map carved on a wall, Liz wasn't convinced for a moment. Something fishy was going on. Her one consolation was that Ann... |
Parte um: O Suspiro da Dama Cremosa
Eu me chamo Alex, tenho 25 anos, e me considero um cara normal, trabalho com TI, malho de vez em quando e saio com amigos nos fins de semana. Mas por baixo disso tudo eu tenho esse fetiche filho da puta que me co... |
Part One: The Gasp of the Creamy Lady
My name is Alex, I'm 25 years old, and I consider myself a normal guy. I work in IT, hit the gym every now and then, and hang out with friends on weekends. But underneath it all, I've got this motherfucking feti... |
The Story So Far:
In aid of charity, a team of intrepid contestants are trying to get across the Splatter Dome - an elaborate arena full of gooey traps and patrolled by the so-called Gunge Ghouls (basically a bunch of women in silly outfits who are... |
The air in the dimly lit study smelled cloyingly sweet, a heavy mix of vanilla sugar and aerosol cream. Angel sat perched on the edge of her desk, her dark eyes tracking the doorway with hungry anticipation. Finally, she heard it--the rhythmic, sharp... |
I've written numerous What Would You Do tribute stories, where an unfortunate contestant plays a game, loses it, and gets destroyed with messy punishments in spectacular fashion. This story is a little bit different. It's darker, more sinister, more... |
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