1. Dead Writer’s Society - A Halloween Story


    Date: 10/9/2014, Categories: Fantasy, Author: The_Technician, Rating: 68.8, Source: sexstories.com

    I posted this story on the Literotica.com website under the pseudonym Nom_De_Guerre, but am posting it on other sites under my normal tag of “The Technician.” The following warning is absolutely not needed for this story, but if you look up my other stories, some of them are rather intense. WARNING! All of my writing is intended for adults over the age of 18 ONLY. Stories may contain strong or even extreme sexual content. All people and events depicted are fictional and any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental. Actions, situations, and responses are fictional ONLY and should not be attempted in real life. If you are under the age or 18 or do not understand the difference between fantasy and reality or if you reside in any state, province, nation, or tribal territory that prohibits the reading of acts depicted in these stories, please stop reading immediately and move to somewhere that exists in the twenty-first century. Archiving and reposting of this story is permitted, but only if acknowledgment of copyright and statement of limitation of use is included with the article. This story is copyright (c) 2014 by The Technician ( Technician666@Gmail.Com. ) Individual readers may archive and/or print single copies of this story for personal, non-commercial use. Production of multiple copies of this story on paper, disk, or other fixed format is expressly forbidden. = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = Published eBooks by Wayne Mitchell (The Technician} ...
    Senior Project http://www.a1adultebooks.com/book.htm?pr=7753 = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = * * * * * * * * * * * * Nathaniel Winthrop sat at his computer reading the most recent entries from the on-line Halloween contest. ‘Not bad,’ he thought to himself as he finished the last story. There isn’t a whole lot I could say negative about the story itself, or the way it was written. I guess I have to fall back on attacking the author. He opened the comment window and began typing. “Who ever told you that you knew how to write? I have seen better drivel from the crayon of a third grader. You are the worst loser in the history of hack writers. Why don’t you do the world a favor? Delete your account, draw a warm bath, and slit your wrists to put us all out of your misery. And remember, it’s cross the road to call for help, down the road to find freedom.” He smiled as he clicked on “Submit as Anonymous.” As he was still sitting there smiling, he heard a soft voice behind him say, “Aren’t you are repeating yourself?” “What?!” he exclaimed, looking at the speakers of his computer. “I said, you are repeating yourself,” the voice re-iterated. “You have used that exact comment at least twice before.” “Who’s there?” he yelled, now realizing that the voice came from behind him. Nathaniel thought he was alone in his basement bedroom. He knew his parents were asleep upstairs. Spinning around quickly he looked for the source of the voice. There was no one there, but he wasn’t alone. A ...
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