The Snowman Pact
Candi drove the last mile with the window cracked because Luke had insisted the truck smelled like gasoline, and Luke sat with the contest…
Based in United States. I started posting here to get the stories out of my head and onto a page. I mostly write in Erotic Horror, especially stories built around the house sitter and people who work as workers or similar real-world trades. Writing for fun and practice. Let me know which characters or settings you want more of. Ranked by how many readers finish them. Some are free to read in full; the rest open with a free preview.
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Candi drove the last mile with the window cracked because Luke had insisted the truck smelled like gasoline, and Luke sat with the contest…
Rufus Smyth, thirty-four years old and recently signed to a two-week security contract, pulled up to St.
Faith Hartley was twenty-three years old, and she had driven four hours north to sit in somebody else's house and feel sorry for herself…
Elly had been in the house for exactly one hour when she started arguing with her own suitcase.
Vicki took the ramp down at fifteen miles an hour and hated every second of it.
*This one came from a single image: a wedding dress that behaves like a living mouth.