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Enjoy this short story by Mace Styx. “Guys, it’s open!” Robert inspected the door and called them. When they turned their heads, they saw him standing right next to the opened door of the dead tree. “I’m not getting inside that creepy thing,” said Marcela. “But we don’t have a choice. These crows are crazy. With that large number, we’ll be brutally torn to pieces if they attack us. Come on,” said Regan. He grabbed Marcela’s hand and walked back to the old tree. “Wait!” their guide Freddie suddenly yelled".

Have you heard the news? It's all over campus! Rapunzel, you know, the blonde with the really long hair? Turns out she's got an infestation of lice and it's harder to know what's spreading faster: The louse or the gossip. It's up to Thumbelina to go in and destroy the very last lice egg and save Rapunzel from a lifetime of hazing. But when the ever mischievous Tinker Bell also plays into the mix, can Rapunzel hope to save her reputation or her hair?

The news is all over campus and social media: Beauty and the Beast have officially broken up. And while Beau is sitting around and wallowing in misery eating ice cream, it's up to Red, formally Little Red Riding Hood, and Thumbelina to help their fellow college student up.

Sound interesting? The author thinks so too! Listen to Mr Manager: Crossdressing Stories (Crossdresser Stories, Book 85) and experience the compelling world of erotica.

Perhaps some heavy sheet of twisted metal, the engine or outer frame of his vehicle. He scoured his memory, trying to recall what he had been doing immediately before he had awoken, but the account came back blank. Like the times he had drunken himself into a blackout, he had clearly lost time; where the memory should be, there was nothing - just a blank void, a gap in the recording.

Enjoy this short story by Hellen Heels.

Enjoy this short story by Hellen Heels.

A young woman's church group discovers a naughty lesbian! Molly, a young cutie, is eager for the winter weekend at her church's cabin. With her best friend, a hot redhead, two other girls, and the preacher's sultry wife are going to have a spiritual retreat. Little do they know what they're about to fine.

Enjoy this short story by Hellen Heels.

Chicago. He discovered it wasn’t a dream. A week of asking his parents when they were going back passed, and he got his answer when the truck with their stuff from Pennsylvania arrived. No, it wasn’t a dream, it was his worst nightmare. He wailed, sobbed, yelled, wept; did everything he was capable of. It took him months to realize this wasn’t going to change. The murky grey skies mirrored his heart and he failed to remember when he had last felt happy. Actually, he did remember. How could he not?

"The light from the fire against the tent cast some strange shadows, but nothing out of the ordinary, as Tony whispered that it was probably Bumi going to pee in the foliage. Leaning slowly to one side I raised the flap of the tent and stared out. Panic gripped me when I suddenly realized that the tent opposite, Bumi’s tent, was empty. Not only that, but his backpack was missing. Why would he take his stuff if he’s just going to pee? I asked myself and then Tony, out loud. In response he told me not to panic. Surely wherever Bumi had gone he would be back by morning".

Enjoy this short romatic story by Zorella C Tyanne. “A boyfriend? Ella Murphy, our Ella Murphy, has a boyfriend"? “Yes. Soon she’ll have a husband...and kids...and dogs, and you’ll be busy acting like you’re fine with it. What a shame, you won’t even get paid for it.” Andy sighed dramatically. “Can you cut it out for a second and tell me more? I’m dying here”. “You would know if you had an account on Instagram, like I keep telling you to. Paps caught her having dinner at a fancy restaurant last night. Look at what she’s wearing. Definitely a date".

She nodded as she continued to apply the lipstick on his lips. “Of course I did. But I cannot allow it to distract me. I have to make sure you are going to look good for tomorrow.” When she was done, she stood apart to look at him. Paul stood up from the floor and looked at his wife. “How do I look?”

Enjoy this short story by Hellen Heels.

The choice of bringing a book out of the dustbin of history and making it more easily available to the general public should be an easy decision, right? Not in the case of The Wonderful Electric Elephant written by Frances Montgomery. Listeners can hear exactly what Frances Montgomery wrote and decide for themselves what they think of it. Parts of this novel are a vile stain on history and society. But, I must also add that she wrote some innovative ideas and had some imaginative concepts which were ahead of her time.

In reality, in real actual life, that kind of magic doesn’t belong to one group and the object doesn’t have to look like them at all. It doesn't even have to look like a person. As long as you wish, dream, and know hard enough, it can be anything. A stick, a leaf, a piece of fruit, a candle. My grandmother used to do with an egg. She would write the name of the person onto the surface of a hen’s egg and then...picking up a rock, she would smash - Smash! Smash! - the top, so that it fractured and dented, yolk spilling and oozing out everywhere!

Enjoy this short story by Mace Styx: "Standing in a room filled with sharp and heavy objects I had seen some form of I don’t know what, an apparition? A ghost? Yet, I had not been harmed. Standing stock still, I considered. In those stories, those urban legends and public warnings about the dangers of discarded appliances there was no malevolent element, no wicked long toothed demon emerging through the wires. Shaking my head and sure that I would probably regret the decision, I did possibly the bravest and possibly the stupidest thing I have ever done. I went back into the room".

I thought life was going great on Princess Island. I was well-liked and given all that I needed for a fun, relaxing vacation. Shrunken men served my every wish; giant women let me play with them. But now, Kat has returned, and she wants to have a little chat! I didn't think I'd land a promotion! Now she wants me in her inner circle where I'll be privy to exclusive size technology. Do I have what it takes to rule beneath her? Is there a devious side to me, buried under years of trauma?

His first response was to look around. He was afraid for himself, for Dame, but he didn’t scream. He assessed his situation, looked around, and that’s when he laid eyes on one of the most beautiful women he had ever seen.

Greg knew what he was going to do to while away the time. He put back the items into the box, and took it out of the basement into the living room. Once he got there, he peeled away his singlet and beach shorts. Now he was stark naked.