Stories tagged “room”

  • The Love Of The Crime Series - The Beginning

    My father use to tell me to never forget the small things in life, you never know when it will drift away into the darkness. I had wasted many aimless nights sitting in a dark lit room, lighting up and drinking the last sips inside the bottle. It was o...

  • The Maroon Room

    Maroon liquid lined the walls. The windows could not be seen through, they were coated too thick with the color. It dripped from the window sills and splashed into the puddles on the floor. It was splattered across the tall ceilings that towered over t...

    • Author: Elice
    • Posted over 5 years ago.
  • Ghost Story

    When I wake up, she’s sitting on the edge of the bed. Same short skirt and fuck me pumps. Same black eye and trickle of blood. Same look of resigned defeat. Same silent tears. I decide to try something different this time. I move over and sit nex...

  • Lesbian Action [Classy Porn Challenge] (Mature)

    There is soft music pervading the mock dressing room as the two girls undress. A close up of their faces reveals the artful work of the makeup artist. Cindy, a buxom blonde tugs at her net leotards, stretching the opening to reveal her pussy. She runs...

  • The Room

    Time moves differently in the Room. Some think it’s the Process itself that’s to blame, like it moves you at the speed of light or something. Other people have told me they think it’s all psychological, those cramped gray walls and th...

  • Pleasure, Not Business (victoria's secret)

    Victoria always had a knack for separating business from pleasure. Down in the bowels of the mansion, behind a sliding panel in the game room wall, was a space where Victoria could be alone. Only she knew about the room, and it was filled with her favo...

  • Just Need An Escape

    I lie down on my bed and breathe slowly. I close my eyes, squeezing them shut for a moment because they are sore. My cat meows as she curls up in the crook of my arm, pressed against my side. I look at my fan. I lay watching the blades spin around. I t...

  • Sightless

    The room was pitch black, but the cold metal on the table was definitely a gun. The voice was also definitely a voice, clear and soft on some invisible speaker. The calm tone was infuriating. “Consider it an experiment in human nature, Dr. Steven...

    • Author: ahobday
    • Posted about 5 years ago.
    • 4 out of 5
  • The Mail Room

    The average office job required the intelligence to work a copy machine and pour coffee—and sometimes being able to turn on the computer to check account data, but no one ever did that crap. They were always on facebook or youtube laughing at a s...

  • Graveyard

    Footfalls, raindrops. Dark wood, weathered and smooth, the shadows of a thousand fingerprints buried within. Deep, soft carpet- depressions left from furniture older than the room, finally gone. A leak in the ceiling. Water drips like a metronome, coun...

  • Graveyard

    Footfalls, raindrops. Dark wood, weathered and smooth, the shadows of a thousand fingerprints buried within. Deep, soft carpet- depressions left from furniture older than the room, finally gone. A leak in the ceiling. Water drips like a metronome, coun...

  • fritz & zooey reinvented

    Zooey tried to remember the last time she showered as she finger combed stringy locks of dark hair absently while lounging on an emerald armchair. Her bedhead had given her a chameleon-like ability among her fellow unwashed wannabe-hipster neighbors. I...

  • morning salutations

    With a swift gesture, the lid was ripped ferociously away from the coffee canister. Grinds were measured with a bent spoon, poured and spilled thoughtlessly in all the wrong places until they finally were aimed into the filter. Zooey pushed the brew bu...

  • the morning after

    More banging and groaning persisted. The figure reemerged and made its way towards the armchair’s fellow, the bedsheets dragging slowly behind, picking up unswept patches of dust in its trail. “Morning Fritz, dear,” Zooey sang out che...

  • The Room from Hell

    “Mr. Vince it’s medication time.” A nurse with a squeaky voice spoke. The door creaked open to a dark room; Nurse Marie flicked on the light. Only to see Mr. Vince lying on the ceiling of the room draped in a cloth. As the lights star...

  • Catch The Moon

    Here I sit in my small room I don’t need much space, just enough to keep me company. Four walls and a ceiling. And a floor. Why did they put the floor so close to the ground? My little window lets me see people as they go by, which isn’t ve...

    • Author: KevSaund
    • Posted over 4 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • My Room Suffocates Me

    My room suffocates me. The earrings he gave me are stuck to my wall. The picture of us is glued to my dresser. A card that expresses his love haunts next to it. His large and warm hoodie takes up a space on my floor. My favorite jacket he gave me cling...

  • Wandering Eyes

    A stare is aloft, Soft like the air, In silence it walks Atop who talks To me— those who care, Who have my ear, But not my eyes— They wander to where I’d rather sit If I could only fit In over there.

  • His room.

    A soft yellow glow radiating from a single light on a broken shelf filled the room, the shelf perfectly complementing the rest of the run down furniture scattered about. Every piece in the room seemed to have been randomly dropped, left to rest on what...

    • Author: Papa Cake
    • Posted about 4 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Chronicles Of Millie and Me Chapter 6

    November 1989 “Demetri your cousins and Aunt are coming to visit today. Look at the state of this room. It’s a mess clean it up right now. " “Aww, but Mum I got up to Jankens castle again in Alex the Kidd and I’ve almost be...

  • Ashes Remain: Prologue Part 2

    Quivering digits turned the pale photograph over, my crystal orbs studying it’s backside. A short sigh of breath escaped as I turned the picture over once again. I stood, my gray suit jacket rustling against the wooden chair that I had just sat o...

  • Mrs. Peacock Gets Rocked/It Was Plum (pt. 2 of 2)

    The sunlight had long since vanished by the time Mrs. Peacock awoke to find herself struggling to remember where she was. The room she had grown accustom to had since been cast in alien moonlight. Outlines of a dull and unfamiliar paleness render the u...

  • The Lemon

    I grasp A lemon Fresh and firm Bright yellow Bicep curling It to the counter Steady under hand Pressing its erratic Tendency to wobble Immobile. ^ I Cut it in half One side rolls off On a tight axis. The inside layer is white Like the mouth Of a cotton...

    • Author: Tad Winslow
    • Posted almost 4 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Tiger Cage

    So the guard and the tiger walked me out of the room and down to the security office. The tiger strode close behind me. From the corner of my eye I could see him watching me, his nostrils flaring. He seemed disappointed that he wasn’t going to ge...

    • Author: Throat Wolf
    • Posted over 3 years ago.
    • 4 out of 5
  • Four walls

    There’s a kind of slow crumbling, where pieces of a life are snipped off, like the limbs of a bonsai by an overzealous gardener. Where the world turns to city, from city to street, street to house, and finally, house to room. The sky and moon, th...