Slave of the Fae: Chapter 11

The next morning I was too excited to stay still. After getting dressed in the same golden dress, leaving Crier on the bed, the dance had no place for him, I went to the cafeteria and had to force myself to eat. I saw Sam briefly but he was following a wisp probably to prepare for his fight. I went to Mrs. Jones and listened as she nattered on about how happy she was that I was going to be dancing for the 'town'. I didn't have the heart to tell her that if I did well she might never see me again. Better to let her be happy a few more hours and then forget about me later.

Slave of the Fae: Chapter 10

The days went past strangely and quickly for me. Sometimes I'd be woken by Sam to be shown how things worked, or just to relax and talk. He never talked about his home, but he'd listen to me talk about my family and my old life. He introduced me to more of the humans, but most of them were lost in their own little worlds, or running errands and doing tasks for their masters, making it difficult to really know them.

Slave of the Fae: Chapter 9

Mrs. Jones wouldn't let go of my hand as Sam and I went to the infirmary. Having Sam at my side and the crazy woman who suddenly decided I was her daughter hugging me, made the rasping, purple antechamber more bearable. I needed the help, I wasn't as hurt as Sam, but my cheek was swollen to the size of a tennis ball and the blood dripping down my throat, despite all the spitting I was doing had given me a bad stomach ache.

Slave of the Fae: Chapter 8

I was forced to wear the only outfit that wasn't skin tight, a brilliant blue sleek gown that showed too much cleavage and had a slit up to my thigh. I really hated my choice of clothing, even as it amazed me, every step made fluffy white clouds flow across the fabric making it look like I was wearing the sky. It looked so real I tried to touch them, only feeling sleek fabric and my body underneath. I stepped out to meet Sam, trying to ignore how much skin I was showing.

Slave of the Fae: Chapter 7

Please note, I am the original author of this story. It was posted originally over on TG Storytime under the pen name A. Kent, I'm now attempting to finish it here. While I appreciate emails saying someone has stolen my work, in this case everything is kosher.

Slave of the Fae: Chapter 6

I woke up the next morning feeling refreshed. Calandri wasn't in the room with me, but I saw a set of clothes waiting for me at the foot of the bed, Crier was placed on top of them in a sheathe of gold. I put on the tight, red shorts that felt a lot like spandex but were more comfortable and a body hugging, sleeveless red top made of the same material. I didn't like the way they showed my body and my underwear, but Calandri had asked me to be pretty, and I didn't want to disappoint her.

Slave of the Fae: Chapter 5

"There is emotional and minor physical abuse in this part. You've been warned."

Sam gave me a long, glittering yellow dress that flared out at the bottom to put on. “Where did you get this?” I asked, holding it up to my chest.

“Since I'm helping you I can get into your room. While you were unconscious I grabbed it. Your red skirt was burned so badly it was practically falling off,” he said.

five stories: A TG Mixed Tape

five stories

A TG Mixed Tape

(Edited by PersnicketyBitch. Same editorial hand as always. Different name. More after the jump.)

The Tape is back! This time around StephAD has contributed two great stories, the first kicking off the collection with an exhilarating magical duel. Hikaro has submitted an intense apocalyptic tale and talks Brave New World and superheroes in the Mixed Tape Interview. Trismegistus Shandy and Jenny North offer intriguing glimpses into ordinary lives changed by super science and spirits. So what are you waiting for? Hit play on this fantastical new collection for thrills, spills, and maybe... even some feels.

Slave of the Fae: Chapter 4

I walk towards what passes for the infirmary, my arm is bleeding, it's almost severed and none of the little magicks I've picked up will heal it. My thin ebony blade, Crier of Souls, is in my hand despite my wounds. I never know when a fae I've embarrassed or a fellow slave will want to get it's little bit of revenge seeing me in a moment of weakness. I shake my head to get the blood red hair out of my eyes, the greasy, sweaty bangs have to go. Maybe after I get my arm fixed I'll make Sin give me a haircut.

Slave of the Fae: Chapter 3

Blood and Fire

I looked at Sam, I couldn't believe that he had been a girl. He was huge, even bigger than my Phys ed teacher and he'd been in the NHL. With his dark black skin, buzz cut, brown eyes, hands that looked like they could crush a coconut and legs that were as big around as my waist, there was nothing feminine about him. Not even his dark blue shorts and open, short sleeved shirt looked remotely like what a girl would wear.

Vengeance and Beyond (Part III -- Final)

A criminal prosecution of a boyfriend for the rape and murder of his girlfriend is abandoned, leading to community outrage. Someone takes vengeance against the boyfriend and those who aided his freedom.

Vengeance and Beyond (Part I)

A criminal prosecution of a boyfriend for the rape and murder of his girlfriend is abandoned, leading to community outrage. Someone takes vengeance against the boyfriend and those who aided his freedom.

Vengeance and Beyond (Part II)

A criminal prosecution of a boyfriend for the rape and murder of his girlfriend is abandoned, leading to community outrage. Someone takes vengeance against the boyfriend and those who aided his freedom.

CAUTION: The actual crime is described here, and may trigger a reaction. The reader may proceed directly to Part III.

Swishy in Satin: A TG Mixed Tape

Swishy in Satin: A TG Mixed Tape


Edited by PersnicketyBitch

A sextet of stories from six very different authors. Hit play on July’s Mixed Tape flash fiction collection for sea-creatures, sexy transformations, an interview with Amy Komori AND MORE!


Where do devotion and obsession meet? When does devotion become insane stalking?

A short story I wrote some time ago and came across on my hard drive. I'm a fan of German lied (art songs) and this is a little tribute to Robert Schumann but a knowledge of the music isn't necessary to understand the story (I hope). It's seasonal, but not this season.

Walk on the Wild Side: A TG Mixed Tape

Walk on the Wild Side: A TG Mixed Tape


Edited by Trismegistus Shandy and PersnicketyBitch

A young superhero obtains a mysterious cassette. In the near future high school students will be required to spend time as the opposite sex. A trans woman and a transformed man share lunch. Hit play on this month’s sweet and steamy TG Mixed Tape for all these stories, an interview with DAW, author of Battle for Earth and the Ragnarok Rising trilogy, AND MORE! [Also includes contributions from Amy Komori, Tmc and Jenny North]

Calamity's Child: A TG Mixed Tape

Calamity's Child


Edited by Trismegistus Shandy and Hutcho

Aliens! Djinns! Secret Agents! Succubi! A mysterious gender-bending ray gun! Hit play on this month’s TG Mixed Tape flash fiction collection for all these stories and more and an interview with Kathryn Mayhew, author of The Call of the Void saga.

Shivering With Antici... pation: A TG Mixed Tape

Shivering With Antici... pation


Edited by PersnicketyBitch

It’s Halloween. While on assignment a warlock finds himself observed by strange man with tape recorder. At a music festival for monsters, two security guards set out to apprehend an intruder. As darkness falls across the land, and the midnight hour draws near, hit play on this collection of spooky, sentimental and surprising seasonal short stories. [Includes an interview with Zapper (creator of the Consultant Universe).]

The Slaughter Carnival 2

Well, you know the story. The Other Land is ripe with evil and horrors. Rotten to the core. Residents more deseased then day-time gossip shows. And of course we have little Jeffery and the psychopathic killing machine that he turns into when he needs to the most.

Get ready to find out what hides under the monsters beds.


Girl Park

Girl Park

by Melanie Brown

Copyright  © 2014 Melanie Brown

Any other time, Mike would have killed for a chance to go to the most advanced amusement park in the world. Unfortunately, this one was just for girls.

The Mirror on the Door - Revised

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The Mirror on the Door - Revised

by Kristine Roland

This is a revised and expanded version of a story I posted for last years All Soul's 2008 contest.
Jeffrey moves into a new house.
There is something strange...

about the Mirror on the Door!

Are We Not Men?

An old story of mine from 1997, Are We Not Men? is an obvious homage to H.G.Wells The Island of Dr. Moreau - with a TG twist, of course. As with Embers, this is submitted in it's original form, warts and all. Please enjoy this Halloween treat.

October 31, 2013

Halloween at the Old Infirmary

nurse.jpgEstate Agent, Tim Dudley, went to the old Infirmary on Halloween hoping to sell it to a client, but the client quickly left and he was left to wander the building by himself. The old manuscript was in a hidden laboratory next to the mortuary. It proved to be compelling reading!
Author's Note: There is no explicit sex in this story, but it does tell of certain activities with dead bodies. But then, if you read Halloween stories, you should expect nothing less.

The House of Sighs: The Monster of the Moors

Stepping towards the phantom as it enveloped him, he swung in a motion that would have split any physical entity into three pieces - yet he hit nothing but air. 'Twas not air that clawed through his cloak, however; deep gashes appeared on his chest, and he was thrown ten paces from where he stood.

The House of Sighs: The Monster of the Moors

by **Sigh**

copyright 2013 plaintivesigh

This is an adaptation of the Robert E. Howard short story, Skulls In The Stars. The adaptation has a TG twist. Please check out Howard's original story (to see the story told by the master!) at en.wikisource.org.

Ah, hello there. 'Moan' here again. I'm the keeper of the House of Sighs, the place for Sigh's eerie/spooky/weird tales. Boy, do we have tale for you today. A fantasy story, set sometime in the early 1700's, at a mythical place. Ladies, you've heard to watch out for strange men when you're out alone at night? Well, this yarn turns the tables on the guys ... heh heh heh...

Day One

Day One

Charlie has decided to bring out his female side "Charlotte" after posing as her for nearly two years in secret. He chooses the Halloween dance at school to do and is in for a night of his life he'll never forget.

The clothes make the man.

So here it is, my submission for the contest. Any similarity to other persons alive or dead is purely coincidental, as is any similarity to other stories. Hopefully I've done my favorite month justice.

Fair warning this is a work of horror, featuring some strong language and mildly suggestive scenes...not your cup of tea, don't read it.

The Horror Within

HorrorWithinSmall.jpg There are things in this world that are both older and stronger than mankind, and if you are unfortunate enough to cross their path your life will change forever.

This story began by considering what might have happened if HP Lovecraft wrote TG fiction.

ALL IS LOST Part 2 of 2

Oh hell! I’m halfway inside this, this horror — it burns my skin like acid and it’s pulling my legs apart as I continue to be drawn in, and now —



With a horrid sucking sound, the mass pulls my head and arms inside it completely.

Part 2 of 2

by **Sigh**
Copyright © 2013 plaintivesigh
All Rights Reserved.

ALL IS LOST Part 1 of 2

“Wwhatt’ss hhappennedd to uuusss?” gurgled Marjorie. “Iiimmm a mmonnssterrr!”

“You’re lucky, Hayden. At least you’re still completely human,” moaned goatboy Jocko.

“Yeah. A weak, cold, naked, female human. My life just rocks,” I spat.

The House of Sighs: Demon's Deception

The House of Sighs
Demon's Deception

by **Sigh**
Copyright © 2013 plaintivesigh
All Rights Reserved.

Hello and Welcome to the House of Sighs. Sigh couldn’t be here, so she left me in charge. You can call me … Moan. The House is the new repository for any and all stories by Sigh that are creepy … or eerie … or horrific. No romance here, nor humor. See, Sigh used to read comic anthologies like the “House of Mystery” and “The Witching Hour”, and she loved the stories. This one, for example, is a TG adaptation of one of those stories — a “fanfeast”, if you will. I mean, “fanfiction”. Sorry, I’m getting a little hungry. So please read the story, and afterwards, I’d love to have you for dinner … heh heh heh …


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