Crrr-rr-RASH!Lightning struck somewhere in the distance, making an almighty noise and lighting up the windows of the old Smith house. The house had been abandoned as long as anyone could remember, and there was a time when it was the place to go if you wanted a sneaky quickie or a place to smoke up. Nowadays it was in such bad shape that most people stayed away. But Taylor Draper wasn’t “most people,” nor were her friends – and they were about to prove it.The five high schoolers

Crrr-rr-RASH!Lightning struck somewhere in the distance, making an almighty noise and lighting up the windows of the old Smith house. The house had been abandoned as long as anyone could remember, and there was a time when it was the place to go if you wanted a sneaky quickie or a place to smoke up. Nowadays it was in such bad shape that most people stayed away. But Taylor Draper wasn’t “most people,” nor were her friends – and they were about to prove it.The five high schoolers

My Niece's Keeper
By
Twrch_Twryth(@yahoo.com)
"Have you seen
Cris?" I asked.  Ross was at least the fifth person I'd
asked at the party, straining to be heard over the loud techno
music.  The fifth time was the charm.
"Uh, yeah,"
he replied.  "She left with Leslie and Quinn.  They
looked pretty hammered.  Think I heard them say they were going
back to Cris's dorm."
And that's what I was
afraid of.  Every time Cris gets drunk, I end up h

The Family Business
By
Twrch_Twryth(@yahoo.com)
Claudia Schneemilch was
confident right until she stood under the awning and put her hand on
the door handle.  She had walked through this door literally
thousands of times before, but today it felt so much different. 
Today was her first day on the job.
Well, on a different
job at the same place where she had worked on and off for most of her
life.  After all, the place sign above the back door read
"Schneemilch Creamery."

It was down
in Acapulco one spring break that I saw the craziest wet t-shirt
contest ever. We were at a kinda small but nice club near the beach
late at night. The over-priced margaritas and cerveza was flowing
freely and the crowd was already getting pretty wild when they
started the contest.
It was the
sort of wet t-shirt contest where the girls only keep their shirts on
for a little bit and by the end they're in their birthday suits,
spreading their legs, bending over, and trying to show us

Merry Christmas from Hanna Leigh
By TwrchTwryth
We are serenaded by a passable if obvious cover of "All I Want For Christmas Is You" as the video fades from black to a plain white living room. There's a couch in the background, a Christmas tree, and some non-descript Christmas decorations.
There are also two naked women. One is Hanna Leigh Rodgers, the proprietor and pornographer in chief of this particular channel, a nigh-seven foot tall amazonian brunette with an engrossing bustline. The other

Attention Seeker
By TwrchTwryth
HannaLee Rogers had been having a lovely evening. She was at her friend Michelle Delgado's apartment, enjoying a relatively calm get-together of friends. Sure, there was drinking and carousing, of course, but after a frankly hectic week, she had managed to carve out a quiet corner to talk with a cute boy who had caught her eye (and whose eye she had apparently caught too).
He was Glenn. If he had a last name, HannaLee hadn't caught it, and she didn't mind. He was

Sarah's
phone went off while she was deciding what soda to get. At first, she
thought about ignoring it, figuring it was her mother texting her
about where she would go to get dinner tonight. But, deciding it
wasn't worth putting off, she took out her phone. The message was
from Dalton. Dalton had been a friend of Sarah's since high school, a
cool, sometimes dorky guy who she hung out with on weekends to listen
to dumb music and watch dumber movies. She figured he wanted to go
see some stupid fl