There was a knock at the door and he answered it, wondering who would be knocking on his door at this time in the evening. He looked out and seen whoever it was had completely disappeared without a sound or trace. Looking down he did see something they had left behind, a grey tartan cap and a fairly generic chain necklace. He thought it’d be funny to wear the stupid items and just offer them back straight away if anybody asked about them.

Read More Posted Sun Sep 27, 2015 | 231 Words | Tagged story chav

Must have been a full moon again. On my phone I found this photo which is me, and isn’t me. Any other time of the month you would think I was out of my mind if I told you this was me. Years ago I was punched up by a chav, and then before I blacked out I remember he bit my arm. Every full moon I feel my mind go blank and sit back while the chav comes to play.

Read More Posted Sun Sep 27, 2015 | 331 Words | Tagged story chav something slightly different

So I found a REALLY old story I found lying around with a bunch of unpublished stuff, based around this story on metabods. I’ve edited it slightly to not be as terrible, but enjoy! I was being followed. I just knew it. I guessed who it was, The Chameleon. The guy who brushes your cheek and controls you and walks off with your form. Although, he didn’t know me well at all.

Read More Posted Sat Sep 26, 2015 | 517 Words | Tagged story 2011 archived

Here’s another terrible story from 2011. This one is as-is, but yeah enjoy. I was ugly. I just wanted to get out there into the world and get a guy and the whole world would love me. No. I was fat and ugly. I know people would tell me I was fine the way I was, but it just wasn’t me at all. I hated it and wanted to change it at the quickest point I could.

Read More Posted Sat Sep 26, 2015 | 888 Words | Tagged 2011 archived story

I was in a toilet cubicle when it happened. Someone barged the door open on me just as I was about to sit down, and grabbed me an pushed me against the wall. They were incredibly sweaty and forceful. Then I felt my t-shirt being pulled away, and then I felt two wet fingers rub my pink nipples. When removed I saw they had darkened considerably which was alarming. This man seemed like he could do anything he wanted to me and there wasn’t much I could do about it.

Read More Posted Fri Sep 25, 2015 | 214 Words | Tagged francisco lachowski story i've had this fantasy for so long well almost

He didn’t know what had happened when he felt the ear defenders placed on his head. All he could hear was rumbling and his mind started to get hazier and hazier. Before he knew it he was back to work, wearing his full hi-viz clothes. He was slightly confused and was still conflicted over what was going on in his head. A hard days labour, dirtying up his gear locked the new him into place permanently.

Read More Posted Fri Sep 25, 2015 | 88 Words | Tagged story workie

Here’s a roleplay between me and orangehares

Read More Posted Fri Sep 25, 2015 | 7 Words | Tagged long post story orangehares

My roommate was such an arrogant prick. I really disliked him, how he walked around all muscly and tough and looked like a thug most of the time. He could tell I didn’t like him, but that meant nothing to him. It wasn’t like I could do anything anyway. Then one day I woke up to find I had some strange tattoos on my arms and one on my chest.

Read More Posted Thu Sep 24, 2015 | 216 Words | Tagged story

He had found the shoe in his locker at the gym. In fact, his locker didn’t contain anything of his. But once the overwhelming smell of the trainers hit him, he decided to taken them home Dressed in the clothes, he has been lying like this for hours. It wasn’t long before the tattoos starting to surface, his hair to fall out into the cut you see above. Then the piercings started and in popped silver loops.

Read More Posted Thu Sep 24, 2015 | 99 Words | Tagged story

He took a swig of the bottle. He just wanted the party to end and he thought he may as well drink something so he appeared to participate. It was just full of loud rednecks which he hated so much. When he tried to take the bottle out of his mouth, it wouldn’t budge. It was just stuck to his mouth. He felt the vapours of the alcohol still travel out of the bottle and into his body.

Read More Posted Wed Sep 23, 2015 | 164 Words | Tagged story