The Friday Fictional: Nothing could hold him back

We both heard the door open but it wasn't me who pulled away; Train rapidly disentangled our bodies and wheeled around to face Sketch.  I'd known it was him in an instant, I'd smelt him whilst he was still walking down the corridor. Sketch growled and as I turned I knew ...

The Friday Fictional: Certainty is overrated

I found myself napping a lot.  After all, there was little else to do in this strange building that I supposed was some sort of hospital ward.  I'd explored although there was virtually nothing to see; the nurses station across the hall from my room; the empty rooms.  If not ...

The Friday Fictional: Sex Red Female

I'd wanted to stay inside and wallow.  Once the exhaustion had passed – and boy was I exhausted – I wanted to be by myself, to hide in my shell and not emerge until the next full moon forced me to. The guys apparently knew better because I was trussed up ...

The Friday Fictional: Be Still

"You still scratching Don?" Sketch called through the doorway as I tried to pass unnoticed. My skin itched and I couldn't stop scratching.  It had been like that all day.  I suppose I should've mentioned something, asked someone what was happening, but I was too nervous.  Tonight was the night that ...

The Friday Fictional: Sunshine In Her Blood

"You have got to be kidding me?" The guys stared at me, to her and then back to me again.  "You said you were sick of being the only girl on the team" Train teased like this was a laughing matter.  "We got you another girl." "Yeah.  Right.  I didn't mean a child ...