Lebbo had been a clown at the circus for 6 months now and always kept his eyes on her. He had been clowning for most of his life and was pretty good at it, but there had always been a certain type of smile he chased after. One that he had inspired in...

Part one Being at war was not as romantic or as exciting as the propaganda had led me to believe. The basic training, the route marches, the barked orders, the drills. Sharing a dorm with twenty other men was the only plus point. Just being close t...

Part two 1946 The war had been over a year. Mercifully I had survived. There was plenty of gaps in the line up where the less fortunate had perished. The ship back had been lighter than the journey out, in number of men, at least, but not in spiri...

Part Three. Standing, peering into a rusted framed mirror, Klaus's lathered his face with shaving soap, the rough bristled brush making circles of white foam against his cheek. I stood in the doorway, leaning against the frame, watching. His back m...

Part Four. "So you see, I need you to arrange the flowers for the tables" Aunt Mimi said, perched on the end of the chaise lounge. I sat opposite, trying to look interested. "And you will need supervise the delivery of the wine and beer for the adu...

Part Five. Aunt Mimi was still reeling from the cancellation of the fair, the Maloney brothers had been the prime suspects. Nothing could be proved, but this was always the topic of conversation when Aunt Mimi came to the lodge. In the intervening...

The pyramid echoed with the clamour of pursuit. Amidst the tumult two figures crept along shadowy passageways, silent and unnoticed in the inky gloom. Coming to a junction, Nikki pressed her back against the cool stone wall and peeked past the corner...

--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "And we're back from the break ready for the next round. The score is currently 2-1 for Megan and I have a feeling we're about to get even messier." With the fl...

Note: This chapter is a kind of mini-finale that closes out the first act. As such it's a little longer than previous entries and contains a lot of mess (arguably too much). It might benefit from being read in stages rather than in one go. Part 5: T...

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...

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...

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...

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...

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...

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...

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...

Thinking about starting a patreon, or commissions or something for my stories. I would love feedback and if you would like to see the "After show" portion of the story. Also next story will be called Queens featuring Megan and Kelly again as well as...

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....

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...

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...

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...

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...

[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 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:...

I was working for a property company and tried to help the company to force some of the old shop owners to sell their shops. One day I planned to go to a bakery shop and I wore a nice dark navy suit, white shirt and a light blue tie. In the beginning...