The moment of truth. Ana was standing in the bathtub, her shirt still tucked into her boxers. I walked inside the bathroom and used my left heel to slightly close the door, but not all the way. Then I walked forward, over the three layers of towels that were on the floor. The crumpled up transparent shower-curtain almost touched my left elbow, but I deftly avoided it. Continue reading
Aside from being a little astringent and bitter from the soap, there was also a tinge of sweat. As long as a clit is relatively clean, it shouldn’t taste like fish or whatever other bullshit virgins tend to believe. The inside of the vagina though, especially around the urethra, will probably taste like piss. If the girl squirts, most of that liquid is sometimes urine. It’s kind of watered down by the normal pussy-juice though, so it might not smell like piss. Continue reading
“Wow… I can’t believe I just wrote two whole chapters in ten minutes.”
Normally, when I’m taking a shower or lying in bed, my brain goes full-throttle on the creative juices. But obviously I can’t do shit about it, except try to remember as much as possible and then write it all down later. However, since ‘Michael’ was in the shower and ‘Ana’ was sitting at my computer, things worked pretty efficiently. Continue reading
I was going to say Anael or Iris, which were both names of the first female character I had ever written but… Well, Ana is simpler. If I was going to write it out, it would be Anael Iris Healy. Technically, she was usually an Irish ginger in my stories. Still, if I had hesitated, my mother probably would have become even more suspicious. Continue reading
“Good fuckin morning!” I snickered, as the other ‘Me’ rolled out of bed and stretched his arms out while yawning dramatically. It was a really weird experience. Unlike before, when I just had a terrible migraine, I actually felt fine. Continue reading
When I started this story in early November, 2018, Misty was still alive and well. Also really annoying… But then she died around Thanksgiving, which is kinda ironic. I was originally going to write a chapter about the bird dying, but decided against it. My mother was ‘really’ upset, and since the story takes place in 2019, I figured it didn’t really matter. In this alternate reality, Misty, the most annoying parrot I’ve ever met, was still alive and well.
Anyway, Merry Christmas, Happy Holidays and Happy New Year! For that matter, Happy Birthday if it’s also your birthday now or in the near future/past! I decided that as a Christmas Present, I’m going to edit and post as many of these chapters as I can. Literally writing chapter 35 of this story at the moment, while also working on “Volume 6, Chapter 5, Part 7” of Immortal Soul. I’m not sure how much that is in Episodes though, since I write the story as if it’s actual books.
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Now you might be wondering, “How do you just suddenly become a woman? Were you abducted by aliens? Maybe that demon you summoned was pissed off? How do you deal with the psychological distress of finding out that you’re no longer a man?” Continue reading
My name is Michael Cinagra. I know that probably doesn’t mean much to anyone anymore, but once upon a time, I was a pretty famous author. Well, in some circles at least. Anyway, this particular story takes place around the time I was in my late twenties. Twenty-Seven to be exact. Continue reading
My name is Michael Cinagra, and I destroyed the world. Well, ‘a’ world… No, maybe it was more like an entire universe? Okay, technically, I wasn’t the one who ate the fucking universe like a snack, alright? That was Arcana, the Eternal Deity of ‘Magic’ I guess? Continue reading
I arrived a lot earlier than I expected. Obviously I used my bedroom computer to check on the internet the moment I arrived. Rather than ethernet or wifi, it worked through more magical means. From what I could tell, the Apocalypse hadn’t begun yet. I also had no clue what kind of calamity it would be, but I wasn’t about to take any chances by leaving the house. Continue reading