WORK SUCKS

CHAPTER 1. - CLOCKING IN CLOCKING OUT

"You know what I think? I think this whole fucking place is out to get me!" The man threw up his arms and began to pace back and forth. His hand, holding a warm cup of coffee began to tremble in rage. He was in the break room and of course, was on his break. Having just finished the first half of his long shift, the Man removed his glasses and rubbed at the tired eyes before slotting them back into place with a heavy sounding sigh.

Order of the Serpent Pt1
        
The damp cell was crowded, filled with seven beautiful maidens. Seven naked strangers that, until now, had never met. One had only recently appeared, her Tree-Slime covered body dissolving before their eyes. Strangely, she didn't seem to mind, for the only cries she gave, were of pure ecstasy. Still, the maidens feared to go near her and feared for her life and their own. Sasha, or number 12 as the symbol on her left breas

Love Stinks

By: LoneCatboy



The city always looked so peaceful as the sun was setting over it. The mixture of reds, oranges, and even purples added an element to the atmosphere that could not be seen at any other point in the day, even at sunrise when the color scheme was slightly different. It was at times like this when Max felt the most alive. There was something about the moment between the end of the day life, and the rumbling beginnings of the night life. While Max could get throug

Order of the Serpent
Prelude
        
Samantha Cole awoke suddenly, to find herself naked and hanging with her back toward the ground from a tree branch, somewhere in the enchanted jungle. Her hands were bound behind her back and her legs bound so that her legs were forced spread eagle and her knees folded so that each calf was touching it's adjoined thigh. Before her stood a tall man in a hooded, black mage's cloak. He held a strange magical device and a

A Thing That Should Not Be
        
There is a creature that has no name. It's will, it's purpose and it's origins are unknown. Our weapons and intellect are useless to stop it. It kills our kind and fears us not. It craves on our flesh, yet needs it not. There is no rhyme of motive in its actions, nor is there discernible reason. There are no bounds on it's form or numbers, yet all it's parts are of one hive entity, working to serve an unknowable purpose.