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Amber's Ghost Pt. 1

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[The following is a fictional story about a young girl named Amber and her experiences with the paranormal. All writings of this story are completely fantasy and do not portray any persons in real life. ]

For as long as I could remember I have seen things move on their own or heard things that didn’t appear to be there. Like one moment a cup would be in one spot then when I looked at it again it would be in another spot. Things like this only seemed to happen when I was alone.
I think it started when I was around five or six years old. Random objects moving short distances without anyone touching them. I would hear footsteps or doors opening on their own. On occasion I would even feel like there was someone touching me.

Around when I turned thirteen, puberty hit me. One night aft

Amber's Ghost

terranova on Supernatural Stories

[The following is a fictional story about a young girl named Amber and her experiences with the paranormal. All writings of this story are completely fantasy and do not portray any persons in real life. ]

For as long as I could remember I have seen things move on their own or heard things that didn’t appear to be there. Like one moment a cup would be in one spot then when I looked at it again it would be in another spot. Things like this only seemed to happen when I was alone.
I think it started when I was around five or six years old. Random objects moving short distances without anyone touching them. I would hear footsteps or doors opening on their own. On occasion I would even feel like there was someone touching me.

Around when I turned fourteen, puberty hit me. One night after

sex genie

spiritofcrow19 on Supernatural Stories

I had just got off work and was standing in front of the door. I worked the night shift so the sun was just coming up. there was a small brown box on the doorstep addressed to me . "hmm I don't think I ordered anything." I picked up the box and took it inside. I sat it down on my kitchen table. I had just moved out of my mom's house a few days ago. I opened the fridge and grabbed a soda. "just what I needed." I sat down at the table and popped the can open.

I reached into my pocket and pulled out my box cutter. "ok what we got ." I cut the tape and opened the flaps. "o awesome bubble wrap." I pulled out the first layer and started popping it . "god it never gets old." I sighed to myself and looked in the box. "an old oil lamp the fuck?" I pulled it out and looked it over in my hand. I

Amber's Ghost Part 2

terranova on Supernatural Stories

I still remember it all so clearly, no matter how many days or years it has been since then. On that first night it happened to me I told myself to keep it a secret; mostly due to fear then, but now, well, I don’t know. I just knew that I couldn’t keep it all in my mind anymore so I decided to write all of my memories of it into a special diary. Maybe it would be useful later, maybe not.

After the night of my first encounter, the days and following weeks seemed uneventful. Even with it still fresh on my mind I did my best to focus on my schoolwork. My mom still thought I had been masturbating that night or exploring my body, however she put it. I knew some stuff about sex and all that, but I didn’t feel like having that conversation with her just yet. Would she even believe me if I tol

Astoria: Chapter One

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Astoria

Chapter One

Death is a usual happening. You can see it in the dust that travels through the air. Destroyed skyscrapers that have collapsed on to the ground below. Rusted vehicles lying dead on the side of the road. The bones and skulls of skeletons hiding within the rubble. It is silent. You can hear the creaking of old metal from buildings delicately swaying in the calm but dirty air. The quiet is interrupted by a scream.

Two figures emerge from the fog as they stumble through the rubble, they are frantically trying to get away from something as if they are being chased. They wear ragged clothing with hoods over their heads. One figure is taller, holding tightly to the hand of the other figure who is smaller in comparison. Their legs are weak as they struggle to run dow

My Boner Against the World

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Hello, my name is John Logan, I have super powers. I started out as a villain, using my powers of invisibility to spy on girls in the showers and even one time my mom who was going at it lesbian style with my to-be girlfriend, but I never thought of myself as a villain, I was just sexually frustrated and needed some relief. My relief came when I finally had sex with Melody,

My Pussy Controls you - Part 5

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My Pussy Controls You – Part 5 (Finale)

John, Theodore and Samantha Logan have trained, fought and have even had sex, to prepare for a battle that will change the world. The war is between Sarco the Snake Man and his army of sexual super power freaks Vs. John, Theodore and Samantha Logan, with the help of a secret government organisation lead

My Boner Stops Time - Part 5 (Finale)

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My Boner Stops Time – Part 5

“I have a brother?” asked John.

“Yes, and a sister. We are all in danger. We must rescue her as well. Come on, we don’t have much time.” Said Theodore.

“I have a sister?” John exclaimed. Melody just stood there, silent.

My Boner Stops Time - Part 2

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My Boner Stops Time – Part 2

Theodore Logan is a man with the power to stop time. He is currently trapped in a time vortex with his long time crush, Sara Clark. She is dim, blonde and has large breasts. They just fucked each other and Sara

Blood lies

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The apartment door slammed shut behind him. He stared coolly at her, memorizing her every feature, Her full red lips, that long dark hair, pinned in a beautiful updo, and Her smile whenever she met his eyes, with her bright green ones. He smiled, feeling the familiar tingling in his canines. The tip of his pink tongue traced the sharp edge. He could smell her, a cool flower