A group of people wake up in a video game world and are forced to work together to survive and find out how to escape.

Artemis faces more than ever before as the castle pulls away at her mind.

I’m half way through cleaning up previous chapters and I’ve got the full story mostly finished now just in need of clean up as well.

That means we’re in the endgame now! Will there be more? We’ll see.

©2025 SammyC

During a game of “Truth or Dare”, my friends dared me to dress up in my girlfriend’s clothes and ride her dildo. Now, you would think that this would be a little too extreme, but not for our friend group. Every game we played had something that most people would never do, especially with their friends. Anyways, since I wasn’t a coward, I accepted the dare.

She, he, whoever, was looking at me, too, and looking just as confused as I felt. He spoke first, sounding like Chelsea’s manner of speaking but in my actual voice.

“Kevin, are you in my body?!”

I replied, “I must be, because I see my face over there. So I’m Chelsea now?”

An entry in Erin's February Short Story Month Story Challenge

Part 29

A single pump of Julia’s hand was all it took.

Notice: This story follows Lover of Cars and Poker.

Richie’s House:
Sarina pulls all the money she just won towards her with her right arm. A big smile was plastered on her face.

“You would think she would be losing with her left arm in a cast.” Richie looks at Sarina as she pulls her winning towards her.

“Hey, my arm is the only thing broken, not my brain.” Sarina hurt her arm at work while pulling a front end off a Honda Accord.

A group of people wake up in a video game world and are forced to work together to survive and find out how to escape.

The group reaches the fortress and boundaries are crossed.

Sorry for the lack of posts been busy but I’m back and the full story is written! Just editing and cleaning it up now!

I’ll also be fixing some previous chapters issues and cleaning some stuff up to make it more cohesive over all.

I did know another number I could call. Another landline. I hadn’t used it in twelve years, but I’d had to memorize it before I ever had a cell phone, let alone one that supported a contacts list. Padre would not answer it, of course, and might never again. But Joaquim was almost certain still living there.

My Lying Wife
A Short Story
By Maryanne Peters

“...and that thing people say about being able to leave if your professor is 15 minutes late? Nicole, I’m telling you it is not true. I learned that the hard way.” Adam paused to look down at his burger in a mocked expression of shame. I had only been half-listening to the story, but at least knew that I needed to jump in at this point to make it look like I was paying attention.

I’m a purple bipedal creature, vaguely humanoid, under a pretty broad definition of that term, somewhat stouter and shorter than humans. I have two five-fingered hands and two five-toed feet. The planet is significantly colder than Earth, but livable in the tropics. The technology level is roughly early 21st century by Earth standards.