Violence

Rey Repairs Her Bike by Kgnot (cont. Of Rey Swallows Her Portions) “Ahh, can this day get any worse?” - Rey exiled. Her bike was gradually slowing down as her fourth gear automatically shifted to zero. Not only did she not sell enough junk to eat a whole meal, but now her only mean of transpiration broke - “Yep that is the gear box.” There was no way she can scavenge for junk in the desert without a vehicle so it was a pretty big deal. The young woman needed to find a mechanic who can provide that part today or...

There is a battle for the heart in me, a battle for my soul you see. For I am the last Instinct. Before even I was created their were my people. We were ancient beings who clawed our way out of the abyss that came before everything. We were the embodiment of pure primal instinct and soon the instinct of approval kicked in and we started to create things.the greatest amongst us created fifteen rocks of tremendous beauty and for a time my people lived on them. After a millennia though my people grew bored so all but one moved to...

Alicia what are you doing tonight? I asked my sister. Gonna go hang with my friend at his house Think you could slip that by me? What's his name? I've always been protective of her, and now that she's 16 there are going to be plenty of guys who are trying to take advantage of her. Even I think she's hot, and she's my sister. Don't worry I think he's gay. Like actually gay. Ya know? I was in a hurry, I had no more time to interrogate her. Be safe I yelled as I was walking out the door. I...

—---------------------------------—---------------------------------—------------------------------ Author comment: Welp guys and gals, I’m trying a new format with this story inspired by SCP logs, I’m not very experienced with the SCP content or writing in general, but I mainly wanted to know whether you like the idea of it, any advice or comment is very appreciated! —---------------------------------—---------------------------------—------------------------------ Item: HSA-033 Object Class: Euclid Special Containment Procedures: HSA-033 is to be held in a sufficiently big reinforced cell, further tests needed. Descr*ption: A creature resembling an armadillo, has a carapace with spikes that cover its entire back. It has 4 extremities, 2 arms and 2 legs, the arms...

TERMS   tinton  - 2 1/2 seconds specton - 2 1/2 minutes Toton -   2 1/2 hours minton -  2 1/2 days daycon -  2 1/2 weeks Malant -  2 1/2 months quant  -  2 1/2 years galant -  2 1/2 centuries Metson  - 2 1/2 inches maclon  - 2 1/2 feet heckson - 2 1/2 miles tetson -  2 1/2 acres unit -    2 1/2 ccs     Characters   Bill Axor (AKA Ambrose) - Lion clan, Cit-Chac-Coh  King Tomco Traxor - Bill's dead father, Lion clan King Tobias Traxor - Bill's dead brother, Lion clan Queen Trianna Axor -...

My best friends sister My name is bubba. Im just your average 16 year old teenager going through all the hormone shit teens go through. Im 6,6 and no in the best shape of my life. My life can be a living, breathing hell from time to time. Enough about me. Im going to tell you a story about my sex life with my best friends sister. I think of them as my second family because ive known their whole family since 5th grade. It was a bright morning for a soon to be shitty Saturday. My friend’s family was invited...

Her head throbbed. It felt like it was physically increasing and decreasing in size. She didn’t move as she awoke, because she didn’t want to make the throbbing worse. She, quite simply, couldn’t think straight. It took all of her effort for her to remember that she’d been out at all last night, never mind the details, but even with that, she was certain that she’d done nothing to deserve this size of a hangover. As she slowly became more aware of herself she realised that she was sat up. She lifted her head, and it was then that she realised...

The Knight and the Acolyte Book Three: Barbaric Passion Chapter Eight: Necromantic Dangers By mypenname3000 Copyright 2016 Note: Thanks to B0b for beta reading this. Thrak – Ruins of Murathi, The Federation of Larg “Are you sure you're okay?” Faoril asked as she rubbed at my shoulders. “That stone looked heavy.” “Fine,” I sighed, savoring the way her fingers massaged into my shoulders, easing the tension. “It was only a glancing blow. The bruise hardly throbs at all.” “You need to be careful,” Faoril continued. Her fingers dug deep into the muscles of my neck, easing the pain of the dislodged...