Small
stories:
Police
officer:
The woman
steps out of the police car and walks up to the car parked
towards at
the side of the road. She isn't a tiny woman, she stands proudly at 6
feet tall, wears standard police attire and a pair of large
sunglasses cover her eyes. The sun shines on her ebony skin, making
it sweat a little.
She knocks
on the window and the man inside rolls it down.
''Sir, do
you know how fast you were driving?''
He looks
at her for a couple of seconds before muttering: ''No?'

Why you shouldn't walk alone through the
park in the middle of the night
Morgan, a young woman
with a slender body and brown shoulder long hair was walking from a
party in the early night. She was wearing a small black dress that
was around her hips with a bit of fashionable skirt, a pair of black
stockings and a pair of low-heeled shoes.
The party she had just
visited had turned out to be rather boring, but her friend had sent
her a message on the phone about another party in a walking distan

Unlikely
roommates
She looked like
your average woman in the late twenties. She had blonde hair that
reached down to her shoulders, a pink scarf around her pale neck and
a gray cardigan over a rather dirty gray t-shirt which had been white
sometime in the past. She also wore a pair of unnoticeable blue
jeans, and some rather washed up pair of sneakers.
She had a tired
look around her, one that one could easily see in her blue eyes. It
was the kind of look one get if some bastard kept a ruckus th

Steve couldn’t
help but run. He ran and ran, through rain and through streets. He
turned his head more than once and for each time he turned it around,
the man appeared closer. He could hear the steps behind him as they
got closer and closer.
It
had started a few days ago. The man had
stood outside of his house wearing a pink sweater and a pair of white
jeans. His brown hair covered his face and his hands were placed into
his pockets. Yet there was something about the way he smiled. Those
tee

Harry Potter
vore-fic
Hermione woke up
with what could be described as a pounding headache. The last thing
she could remember was that she had been in the woods with Harry and
then out of nowhere Bellatrix Lestrange had appeared with her typical
maniacal behaviour.
Spells had been
thrown across the forest, along with various insults. Eventually
Hermione had been hit by a spell and had blacked out. She could not
remember what had happened to Harry, but she feared that he as well
might have been d