A retelling of the absolutely brilliant horror movie ‘Cabin in the Woods’ with an altogether different ending.
Chapter 2 of 3/4.
Notes: Soooo… hey! Bad news-good news-maybe bad news! Bad news is that I wrote way more than expected so chapter 2 is not the end of the story. The good news is that I’ve already got 9000 words done on chapter 3! I plan to release that chapter Sunday evening. The possible bad news is that I may have to break it into chapter 3 AND chapter 4. If I do that, the final chapter 4 will be out by Tuesday.
A newborn princess is given a gift by an old crone – a gift that expresses itself violently on her wedding day.
“And on this, the occasion of our daughter’s birth, we call forth the three fairies to be her godmothers. Wise beyond even their own years and powerful beyond our knowing, we offer our finest jewels to thee.”
The king stood atop the dais, arms raised. His staff of office was held in one hand with the other bare to show his good intentions. Before him, a select crowd of nobles and rich merchants applauded politely. The queen, so fresh from a harsh childbirth, smiled thinly from her seat next to her royal husband.…
I actually did this about 3 weeks ago but I’ve not been sure whether I should include pictures on this site.
Thoughts? Yay? No? Don’t care?
I was proud of the hand for this one – I had to use my own as a reference and make it fit somehow. And I thought the foot turned out nicely – something else I had to add :) Oh, and BE and muscle growth, too :)
So, I kinda sorta messed with doodling a few times in the past. I always wished I could draw but, apparently, writing is more my thing. However! I still like to mess around with art.
I ordered some sketch paper and drawing pencils recently and decided to start actually practicing. Last night was my first attempt and those are attached here. It’s terrible but I wanted to at least share the pain :) I found a picture I liked and then attempted to copy (without tracing) the angle and outline and then added to it bit by bit while taking pictures at every step. …
I am enormously thankful for fetishists.
The things I’ve ordered from various websites are mostly harmless but, all together would paint quite a bad picture of me. Chains. Metal cuffs – not handcuffs, mind you, actual proper thick metal cuffs. A little like you’d see in old movies (old England or France or wherever) when they throw a prisoner in the deepest dungeon with his hands chained to the wall until they lead him out to be beheaded.
Which, to be honest, is pretty close to what I’m doing.
The murders started about eight months ago. Grisly things. Bad enough that you wouldn’t really call them ‘bodies’ anymore. …
This morning I had a weird dream. I think because I’d just finished reading a sci-fi book the day before. Spaceships and fighting and etc… etc… So, anyway, I had a dream about aliens exploring Earth. And, well, could aliens be infected by werewolves? It was an interesting dream so I wanted to write it out quickly before I forgot too much or got sidetracked.
Delicate chimes alerted the young female to the impending drop.
Light flared around her as the small ship woke. Displays gave atmospheric information surrounding the drop zone. A live holographic representation of her site bloomed before her eyes. …
Written for someone specific. A super quick story. Two werewolves thought they were alone in the world until they meet for the first time.
The first meeting. Nervous at the prospect of meeting another wolf for the first time. Anxious. I can feel it at the back of my mind. Padding. Sitting with crossed paws only to stand and walk around and around in circles. Waiting. He knows what’s coming.
And then there you are, walking towards me, recognition on your face. I stand. Worried about stupid things. Handshake, hug or…? How does- but you’re suddenly there and your cheek slides by mine as you press yourself into my space.…
So, there’s an artist I like on DeviantArt – wwbot (http://wwbot.deviantart.com/). Yesterday he made a piece of art that I liked quite a lot: http://www.deviantart.com/art/Shifting-427194669. Today I apparently decided to write a story around it. I meant to create just a little scene description for him to put under the image but I guess I can’t write short things well. So, here’s a story for it. “Shifting.”
“That’ll be $31.23. Cash or card?” The cashier asked.
“Oh, gosh, card. Debit card.” The young woman answered. Around her, customers browsed and laughed and made lewd comments to each other while holding up various outfits. …
This is part one of the “sketch” series. Rough draft little stories put together quickly. In this one, a man and woman are test subjects. One changing from man to woman, the other changing into a werewolf.
My head hurts. Badly.
And I’m cold.
My eyes crack open and the headache flares as the overhead lights drill deep into my skull.
I can’t remember where I am. I left work. I remember that. Night time. Damn project due for presentation tomorrow to our clients and they changed their RFP the day before. I was walking home and… and… and what? I can’t remember.…
Sooo… apparently bestiality is a no-no on Literotica. I’ve modified the story to mostly remove that part and hopefully it still makes sense. If anyone cares to read it, I’m also included the modified chapter here.
May 23rd, 2057 11:24 am PST
Like a spy cloaked against its enemies, three small spiked shapes danced unnoticed by the neighboring cells floating in the culture dish. Dimmed light from the monitor lit Dr. Campbell’s face while he watched the movement of the magnified sample. Computers hummed in the darkened room, providing power to the algorithms that automatically tracked and recorded the specimens.