I moved the website to a new host, which I think will be more tolerant of the content this website hosts. Nevertheless, I do want to take a moment to remind everyone that the stories and content posted here MUST follow website rules, as it it not only my policy, but it is the policy of the hosts that permit our website to run on their servers. We WILL continue to enforce the rules, especially critical rules that, if broken, put this sites livelihood in jeapordy.
*CALLING FOR MORE PARTICIPATION*
JUST A SMALL ANNOUNCEMENT TO REMIND EVERYONE (GUESTS AND REGISTERED USERS ALIKE) THAT THIS FORUM IS BUILT AROUND USER PARTICIPATION AND PUBLIC INTERACTIONS. IF YOU SEE A THREAD YOU LIKE, PARTICIPATE! IF YOU ENJOYED READING A STORY, POST A COMMENT TO LET THE AUTHOR KNOW! TAKING A FEW EXTRA SECONDS TO LET AN AUTHOR KNOW YOU ENJOYED HIS OR HER WORK IS THE BEST WAY TO ENSURE THAT MORE SIMILAR STORIES ARE POSTED. KEEPING THE COMMUNITY ALIVE IS A GROUP EFFORT. LET'S ALL MAKE AN EFFORT TO PARTICIPATE.
It's time to put your stories that are too short for a post, but too long for the one sentence game on this thread!
These TUG stories can be anywhere from a couple sentences to a paragraph long! Get creative! You may also post a part 2 if you must but please title them at the top so that we know it is a continuation of your previous story. Have fun!
(I will add mine in here later. Let's see what you got!)
Lila giggled as her partner, Sam, zipped her into the soft, pink coral fleece sleepsack they’d ordered online, the fuzzy material brushing against her skin like a warm embrace. The straps tightened gently around her, securing her arms and legs, and the plush hood muffled the world outside, leaving only the sound of her own breathing. “You’re not getting out of this one easily,” Sam teased, stepping back to admire their handiwork, while Lila squirmed playfully, already plotting her escape from the cozy cocoon.
“It’s been three days since wealthy socialite & heiress Penelope Featherstone went missing,” the female reporter said, airing their news broadcast through the television mounted in the corner of the room.
Most of the gangsters in the room paid little attention to the announcement; a few of them engrossed in a game of billiards, the others kicking back shots of whiskey & smoking cigars at the bar.
In the corner of the room was Penelope Featherstone…the young lady with raven hair had been secured to a chair with rope, a few strips of silver duct tape smoothed over her lips, and a white handkerchief tied over her mouth, her brown eyes wide & fearful above the gag.
The leader smirked at their hostage as she strained against her bindings, then lowered the volume on the TV set, addressing his subordinates.
“It’s time to contact the family,” he said to the group of kidnappers. “Get the phone & camera set up…”
Lila giggled as her partner, Sam, zipped her into the soft, pink coral fleece sleepsack they’d ordered online, the fuzzy material brushing against her skin like a warm embrace. The straps tightened gently around her, securing her arms and legs, and the plush hood muffled the world outside, leaving only the sound of her own breathing. “You’re not getting out of this one easily,” Sam teased, stepping back to admire their handiwork, while Lila squirmed playfully, already plotting her escape from the cozy cocoon.
Very good! Sounds like a there is no escape in sight anytime soon.
