ChelseaTheWriter

In a mansion in upper class Virginia, an elegant political party was taking place to celebrate the election of Nathan carter, a rising political star hoping to take presidential office in the coming years.  Everyone invited had come.  All the men wore suits and ties, their wives were in their best dresses.  Only the most expensive wine is being served and light violin music is played in the back ground, everyone is laughing, dancing and having a good time. The owner of the house and host of the party asks his guests to join him for dinner he, his wife and son sat at the front of the table, a young woman, and old

pt. 2 Explanations (Author's Note: This part doesn't have as much action as the last one. More explaining done here) Tom panted in fear and exhaustion while he crawled backwards on his rear and feet, staring up at the giantess that towered over him.  He couldn't see her clearly; however he could make out the outline of her body, tail, and cat like ears.  As she reached for him he backed until, to his dismay, a wall prevented him from retreating any further.  He could do nothing as the giantess picked him up and held him by his shirt in front of her face.  Licking her lips she proceeded to lifting him higher above her now wide open maw. "No

New Home Roslith sat in the jar, his legs close to his chest, smoothing down the white fur of his tail having given up screeching at the girl to let him out.  It wasn't exactly an entertaining thing to do but it was the only thing keeping him sane at the moment.  He wanted to look around.  He was curious how the world looked at such a large scale, but seeing the clear walls of the jar would make his claustrophobia kick in.  When that happened he could swear the walls were getting closer and closer in making the space feel tinier then it already was and make him believe he was going to be crushed. Every so often he'd ask her to let him out,

Forest Guardian For about the thousandth time I stared out my bedroom window at the forested hills behind my house.  I let out a sigh, why couldn't my dreams be real?  At least my forest guardian dreams that is.  I don't really think I'd want the other ones to be real considering how in one of them I'm tortured until finally my alarm clocks saves me from going through the rest of it.  Usually though my dreams are more 'gentle' to some extent in certain cases. Looking at my alarm clock I saw it was ten o' five meaning it was bedtime since it was a school night.  I hated school nights they always interrupted the good dreams.  Of course they a

Becoming A Neko's Pet pt.1 He ran through the black forest terrified.  The creature that chased him showed no sign in stopping its pursuit.  Every time Tom thought he had lost it the thing would appear in front of him making him change his course.  "Why," he thought annoyed as his legs charged through the black night and towering trees, "Why does my life suck!" Looking Back Tom was a six foot tall sixteen year old with brown hair, blue eyes, and a light build.  He wore a plain blue t-shirt with tan short pants.  He was smart, always receiving straight B's and winning awards.  His