Stories tagged “blonde”

  • The Maiden Complains

    The Maiden sprinted through the forest, her Maidenly bosom heaving. She paused when she thought she was far enough away and put on her clothing. “Honestly!” She huffed to herself with Maidenly indignation. “Can’t a young girl ta...

  • Not Everyone Fits Stereotypes

    A muscular yet slim man with a regular sized nose walked through the automatic doors into his local children’s hospital. In his pocket he carried a cloth wallet stuffed with money and a checkbook. He marched to front desk, where a Hispanic woman ...

  • Give blondes a chance!

    A blonde woman stepped out of her little Ford Ka and walked across the road to the shop she worked in. She checked her appearance in the shining glass and flicked a strand of her highlighted hair out of her face. She didn’t wear makeup…she ...

    • Author: Abby (LoA)
    • Posted almost 10 years ago.
    • 4 out of 5
  • Starting To Get To Me, pt1

    " The opener is always a ploy." “Ok?” “Never trust the first punch, never block the opening shot and never, ever, trust a blonde. The blonde’s the opener kid.” “Sure thing Bennet.” “I’m se...

  • Starting To Get To Me, pt2

    “Come to me child.” She turns her head, smiling casually. Her lips are the ideal frame for her perfect teeth, a portrait of snide and derision. She can’t sense the danger. Her eyes scan my face, and pause on my eyes. The pause is but ...

  • Sarah

    After that weekend I came into school feeling pretty good. Including Sarah, my girlfriend, I banged three other girls. And it felt good. Of course, though, they all had to talk about it, I thought as Sarah came storming up to me, platinum blonde hair l...

  • In An Alley

    Blonde hair turned black with shadow and rain. It fell into his eyes as he watched her. She stood on the sidewalk. The only light was a street lamp that sent shadows dancing on the ground. Her long ebony hair plastered to her body, clothes clinging to ...

  • Sleep

    The rest he’d gained from his few hours of sleep drained with that motion, and he slid down the side of the bed into the floor. With his head leaned against the side of her mattress, she slowly let her fingers lightly touch his short blonde hair,...

  • Ancient Bondage and Empty Threats

    “When I open the last of my seventh mouths, that’s when you will witness the end of the world.” The speaker was an obese blond man, bespectacled and loud. Fat rolled where it didn’t hang, and gravity pulled his bulk downward. If...

  • A baker with blonde hair

    Like some tattered and desperate rebel flag, his dirty, just past the shoulders hair flapped in the wind as he trudged, marking an outpost of character. His equally dirty boots scraped against the road as he walked, the beat of a tired but hopeful patr...

  • Conflicting Mandates

    What it took was not a great deal of effort. The real problem came in the form of Doreen, their raven haired designated killer of anything resembling fun. I swear the girl had a bible in her purse and was likely to pull it out at any minute. The brunet...

    • Author: THX 0477
    • Posted about 9 years ago.
  • Take 42

    The buxom blonde ran just behind her piercing screams. She was the serial killer’s perfect ten. Parts of her were heaving. What wasn’t heaving was disheveled, quivering, or agog. It seemed like she had been running for hours. She could hear...

    • Author: ahem_ingway
    • Posted over 8 years ago.
    • 4 out of 5
  • GOLDILOCKS-kid story-PART 2

    “I am the queen and you are all my peasants!” she yelled motioning to an empty spot in the yard. From atop her play set she could see her whole kingdom. “What a view! And I am ruler of it all!” Then out of the corner of her eye she spied somet...

  • GOLDILOCKS-kid story-PART 5

    Hesitantly she sat in front of the next bowl. It was slightly smaller and didn’t appear to have anything extra in it, but just to make sure she swirled the spoon around in the bottom of the dish. Her eyes widened as she tasted it, only sweetened with...

  • Different Reality, Different Cult

    I heard the words “powerful psychic influences” from the man next to me who used his chin to gesture to beyond my line of sight. Mechanically I turned to see who they were talking about. A blonde woman standing in the back caught my eye. A ...