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Amari was just right behind me, and I saw with my own eyes how the beast sunk its claws on his shoulders as he caught him. Amari’s scream of agony only lasted for a second. This freak of nature snapped his neck and tore him apart like a ragdoll. I made a sharp turn in hopes that I could escape from its line of sight, but the forest was unending.

“Learned from the best.” She pecked him on his hat and picked up her bag to leave when his next words stopped her in her tracks. “I need some tools from the shop. I’ll text Timmy, he’ll have them on the counter before you reach there.” She looked at his gentle face and pleaded with her eyes to not make her do this, but deep down, she knew it would happen sooner or later.

Enjoy this short story by Hellen Heels.

Trent and Gemma are happily married, but Gemma has forbidden taboo fantasies about inviting their hot and sexy personal trainer into their bed for a hot MMF menage. She doesn’t want the big, sexy hunk for herself. She wants her husband to play with him - while she watches. Gemma has a plan to get her husband down and dirty with the other man - but will strait-laced Trent really go gay for his wife?

Enjoy this short story by Hellen Heels.

Have you ever wondered what it would be like if Thumbelina, Sleeping Beauty, Tinkerbell, and the Princess and the Pea all hung out together in the same college? Wonder no more! In this funny short story, witness as Thumbelina sees Sleeping Beauty and The Princess and the Pea switch sleep schedules in this wacky comedy.

“I see. So you decided to come along with as much managerial support as possible?” He grinned. “Yes, I did. It is always good for one to have such support, especially when one considers the kind of transactions I am hoping we can seal today.”

At a town meeting it was suggested that the border point be better enforced. That by allowing the others across, we were somehow allowing wolves in sheep’s clothing to enter into our town. That amongst those fleeing bullets and bombs, were a few who hid weapons of their own and who meant to feed on the local population. A few stood to oppose such a view but were shouted down by two men screaming about how the "others" had brought the curse with them, that while they themselves might not be vampires, they had carried the smell of death with them and the creatures had followed it.

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.

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?

Enjoy this short story by Hellen Heels.

With the wedding preparations fully underway, Jane is feeling rather overwhelmed by it all. She has no choice but to help with certain parts of the organization, and she has to do the one thing that she never had anticipated she would do; try on wedding dresses. What some might have perceived as one of their greatest days out, Jane was dreading it as though it were a dark day for her. Charles can’t wait to get through the day and get it over and done with.

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?”

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At 23 years old, Ashley Croft is one of the most famous businesswomen in the world. Her stunning looks and business acumen have seen her get to the top of her game. She's the leader of a massive, multi-national finance company and is often featured on the covers of both business and fashion magazines. However, Ashley has a secret - her business is in huge trouble. To make matters worse, it seems like Dean Grimshook is the only man who can help her....

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.

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!

While the image of Boris Karloff slowly shuffling across the screen with wraps of what looked like toilet paper wound around him may not have frightened me. The less well lit corners of esoteric magic did. As a scholar of history and particularly folklore, I had occasion to research the origins and uses of ritual magic within the Middle Ages. I was stunned by how much of what we think of as "medieval" magic actually finds its roots with the Ancient Egyptians.

Enjoy this short story by Mace Styx: "Still, despite my mother’s warnings and the strange feelings that her less specific warnings gave me. I didn’t want to look like a coward in front of Andy and Mike, so instead of protesting or sharing what my mom had said. I instead clambered up the iron ladder, plonked myself down cross legged on the roof and prepared myself for the process by cracking open a preparatory beer. Andy, as always, was marvelously melodramatic".

Especially when they were exposed to more people when they started schooling. Their fellow kindergarteners did not become an issue since they were all too young to judge. But the parents and a few teachers had thought of the twins as freaks of nature. They began to get harassed by the local tabloids and fanatics of bizarre scopes, until it became overwhelming and intolerable. Before their home could turn into a circus, they were forced to move out for the sake of their children.