The Story So Far: The game nears its conclusion. No team has ever won, but the three remaining contestants have made it to the final stage, with one last barrier between them and freedom. One of them, however, has a secret. Having made a deal to avoi...

The sun had barely dipped below the horizon when the cowboy rode up to The Iron Hound, a squat, grimy building tucked off the edge of the highway. He'd been chasing a tip all day and, tired and dusty, thought a cold beer might help him shake off the...

Callie looked from the ticket in her hand to the club entrance. Miss Lime's Bunny Club was an infamous club that catered to some interesting and unusual tastes. One of its recognisable aspects were that all the employees wore incredibly sexy playboy...

If there's one thing I can safely say right now is it wasn't a typical Saturday night. It had started in the break room at work last Tuesday when I spotted my workmate Scarlet getting some bad news on her phone. "What's the matter?" I asked. "Not s...

It was the autumn of 1995 and I was in the club rehearsing for my upcoming Saturday night performance. The club was closed to the public on a Wednesday and there were just a handful of guys with me, running through Saturday's schedule. They included...

I creaked my eyes open, rubbing out the sleep and staring blindly into the near pitch black bedroom. A small shimmer of light gleamed in through the cotton voile that draped over the window. A clear night sky let through a beam of moonlight that allo...

Adrenaline buzzed through Lena's veins. The outpost's perimeter had been breached, and she and Liz had only just escaped the living quarters in time. Hearing shrieks from beyond the bespattered door, she smiled in sympathy. Jen and Sarah hadn't been...

This is inspired by a clip from an old Spanish gameshow I saw on Youtube. In their version the contestant wore a suit that would have kept the mess out, mainly, and a swimming cap and goggles. I felt there could be improvements. -------- Friday Nig...

The afternoon sun was relentless, the kind of Texas heat that turns a casual backyard hang into a test of endurance. Julian stood by the edge of the turquoise pool, debating whether the effort of changing into trunks was worth the reward of a swim. H...

The research facility had seen better days. Liz cast wary eyes about the domed living quarters, once pristine white, now tarnished by swathes of lilac mulch. The farcical squid-like abomination clamped to the hull was slowly infesting the interior, l...

I turn off my car and sit in the parking spot for a few minutes to settle my nerves and excitement. I'm parked close to an alley that leads to an unmarked back door to a barely known club. The name on the email invite reads, welcome to Club Hum for...

The transition from silk sanctuary to bakery explosion happened in exactly 0.4 seconds. One moment, I was drifting through a deep sleep, dreaming of my last 24 hours of boring normal living to crazy messy fun, I was getting butterflies and certainly...

A Dinner to Remember The dining room was a temple of wealth--high ceilings with intricate crown molding, a chandelier encrusted with hundreds of tiny crystals that cast shimmering rainbows across the room. The aroma of roasted garlic, thyme, and b...

The GPS had stopped being helpful three miles ago, leaving me with nothing but my hand-drawn map and the sound of gravel crunching under my tires. My breakup had left a hole in my life, and my office job was a slow-motion blur of spreadsheets. I need...

Note before reading ahead. I have written this story in a first person account, with a nameless, gender-less (you can apply your own preferred gender as you see fit), and description-less character. They will be referred to as the guest. I have con...

Steam wafted lazily around the cabin's stout rafters. In an open-topped shower cubicle, Sarah closed her eyes and lifted her face into the spray. Water burbled softly through a drain in the floor, until a twist of a dial brought it to a sputtering st...

It was early October 1995 and I returned to the club after being on holiday for a few weeks. I had been in the Canary Islands and had a deep tan. The sun had bleached my short, newly cropped hair which was now white blonde. I had missed the messy Sat...

To the public, Kana Arima was a vision of poise and success. They saw the red carpets, the high-fashion spreads, and the polished performances that had defined her career since she was a child. They envied the fame and the fortune, but they never saw...

One day I entered the gym with a swimming pool, wearing a completely blue tracksuit, I lifted my tracksuit pants a little with my hands and sat down on a bench. In the gym, a boy was doing gymnastics, T.S., wearing a shiny black sauna tracksuit. Whi...

One rainy day, during our summer internship, ME and my friend F.R. were scheduled to clean up a park. ME, even though I was a man, wore a blue denim skirt, black T-shirt, blue work robe with sleeves, and since it was raining, I also received a long...

Tanya picked up a large and deep custard tart. "Oh no.." I muttered looking at this huge dessert. "Now Ira" said Tanya with a broad grin "Katya wanted me to mention the importance of financial controls and thought something like this" Tanya glanced...

I could make no reply! But Tanya just slapped the pie in my face anyhow! The pie was a substantial one firmly delivered. Thick cream covered my face and some ended up in my hair and splattered down the front of my dress. Tanya tossed the pie dish to...

I was very pleased with my first embassy party event. The host seemed very happy and there was definitely enough food and drink to go around and people had indeed asked what our company did. I felt that the event had fully justified my buying a new...

Note: This is another mini-finale marking the end of Act 2. Like before, I'll wait a few weeks before posting the final batch of stories. If you want to read in stages, the best place to pause is after The Event. If you've been following this series,...

Elena clears her eyes of pie mess. She takes a moment to look down her own dress as if somehow she needs confirmation of what has befallen one of her favourite garments. After this Elena steps over to the food trolley and selects a huge bowl of spagh...