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It was over a month since the unexpected arrival of Lauren and her friends to the Hotel and Jon still felt a buzz of excitement when he recalled their visit. (see "An unexpected situation"). Without doubt it had been one of the best weekends since t...

Jay sat three rows back in the gymnasium, leaning against the bleachers in a pair of oversized gold and green sweats that matched the school colors. The air had the smell of floor wax and overpriced popcorn, vibrating with the roar of the student bod...

The old wooden stocks leaned against the brick wall of the alleyway, smelling of damp earth and cedar. No one had used them for a century, but they had been polished to a mirror shine. Jay sat across from Lisa and Joanne at a dimly lit corner booth...

Triumphant music played as the word 'WINNER' flashed up on screen. Ariana let out a smug chuckle as she turned to her camera. 'Really, guys? You thought having to close my eyes for five seconds whenever' She glanced at the chat for the username. 'Twi...

"Smile for the camera" Lisa said. Kelly looked up in frustration as she attempted to extract herself from the mud pit whilst her bitter rival taunted and recorded her efforts. She should have known that the invitation was a trick, but it had appeare...

Authors Note This was another movie prediction story with audience predictions that have now been resolved. It also ended up rather a landslide so the format had to be adjusted to suit. Enjoy ****** "Hello, I'm Milly Alcock, star of this summer'...

Authors Note This was originally written with a bit of audience participation/prediction on top of just using the movies performance so there may still be references to that, that no longer apply. It should still all make sense, Enjoy ****** It s...

Confessions of a Quality Assurance Assessor. Copyright, UMD, 2026. Cannot be altered, nor distributed. Chapter 2. Elanora considered all things, Bri graduated in business, confident with people, influential, responsible, and time savvy. Perfe...

The eager patrons walked through the dark seats of the the theater escorted by a spooky collection of skeletons, witches and black cats, waving glow sticks, all variations of a black skin suit which was quite useful for the budget. Still that budget...

In contrast to the previous episodes attempt at darkness and stillness, tonight's contestant had made a few demands. It would be no surprise to the audience who would be facing the Gauntlet tonight as their songs played throughout the auditorium. Onl...

Hey y'all! This is my first swing at a WAM story, so I hope you enjoy! Connor had been on the road for three hours and he probably had about three more to go. Maybe two and half depending on traffic once he got closer to home. He sighed, reminding...

It was a boring Thursday morning and I was just lying in bed, naked apart from a pair of black knickers, working. Working from home had made me a little lazy. The kids had been taken to school be their dad and he was out doing some errands. He did sa...

Confessions of a Quality Assurance Assessor. Copyright, UMD, 2026. Cannot be altered, nor shared. Confessions of a quality assurance assessor. Chapter 1. Bri collected her family booking table card from the concierge desk box. Always table...

This story is linked to Writers Corner September prompt "smile at the camera". It also follows on from "Ashleigh becomes a Sinner" Abi was fascinated as she watched the clip of Ashleigh's interview. Clearly she understood from Mark's perspective s...

The Splatalog The sunrise of an otherwise gorgeous Friday morning did little to lift the sense of dread which filled Jenna and Madison as the business partners sat idly in the small office of their small bakery on a small street in their small touri...

Hi everyone! I recently turned 30, and I've been living alone for a long time. Because of that, little things like hopping into the shower fully clothed have become normal for me. I wanted to describe many vivid moments from my past when I had less f...

I am working on an interactive story and this is a very rough draft https://messy-ness.itch.io/the-four-doors The story itself is just enough to string it together but i wanted to test the mechanics of the games Please check it out and give me so...

PLOP! My world went cold, dark and creamy. I thrashed around, starting to freak out and gasp for air. A sensation of drowning crept over me before I quickly realised where I was. I was still in my giant pie bed. I must have rolled over too far and s...

The maids were all atwitter as they changed clothes in the locker room beneath the Preston Hotel. "Is it true, Polly?" a girl with blonde curls asked as she pulled her head through her black cotton uniform and straightened the skirt. "I would've like...

"The boots were the only part of your plan that actually worked, Jay." Jay stared up at Eva, his voice muffled by the sheer absurdity of his position. He was kneeling in a six-inch slurry of chocolate-colored mud, wrists bound tightly behind him wit...

It's morning in the city. The streets are alive with the traffic and bustle of another typical weekday. Thousands of commuters stream into downtown from the surrounding suburbs, filling the city's skyscrapers for computer work and meetings. Today, e...

Marina takes a deep breath to center herself before knocking on the door. "Come in." She hadn't spoken to Dean Fausett since he congratulated her for making the Dean's List last semester. "Ah, Ms. Maldonado. Please, sit. And close the door behind you...

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"The crust was a lie, and so was the score," Brittany whispered, tightening the zip-tie around Jay's wrists. Judge Jay had spent the morning treating the local pie contest like his own personal monarchy, awarding ribbons based on flirtation rather...