Short story writer. Fantasy, sci-fi, transgressive. I lack a filter but try to make stuff fun.
When the Queen summoned Rebecca to her chambers, the poor servant girl wondered what she’d done wrong. It could only be one thing. Her encounter with the stablehand last week, up in the barn’s loft. But how had the Queen found out about that, and why did she care?
By Davi Mai11 days ago in Filthy
Stanley Pearson couldn’t believe his luck. It normally took days to find each victim, but this time, he’d been on the road less than an hour when he saw her. And what a delight she was!
By Davi Mai22 days ago in Filthy
Chapter One: Induction On the eve of the zombie apocalypse, Charlotte Robinson woke with a hangover and a nervous disposition. The hangover was courtesy of two bottles of chardonnay, enjoyed alone. The nerves were because today was the first day of her new job. Her first "proper" job. One that used her accounting degree in a financial role, not her tray-balancing skills in a cafe. Being hungover and nervous about your first day is bad enough. But as she sat on the edge of the bed and dug numb knuckles into red eyes, Charlotte remembered that last night she'd also broken up with Daniel. The two-timing bastard. So the one bottle of celebratory wine was joined by a second to drown her sorrows.
By Davi Maiabout a month ago in Filthy
The Genesis Perversion By Davi Mai CHAPTER ONE MORNING GLORY The white noise of space. Interrupted. A signal.
By Davi Mai6 months ago in Filthy
Saturn Traffic Control detects Amari's ship. Just in time? ---- You may wish to start at Chapter One :-) here it is...
By Davi Mai6 months ago in Fiction
Here's Chapter One if you haven't read it... Chapter Two: One Bottle of Elementium Coming Right up Sarah woke in horror. At twenty-four years old, she still remembered a college hazing. This reminded her of that torment, but felt crueller. Someone had stripped her clothes off— even her panties; and they’d shackled her to a table, legs and arms spread. Desperate for help, her head throbbed with the world’s worst migraine. Clasping and unclasping her hands, she tried to clear it. Where was that guy, Tony? What the hell happened? Had he kidnapped her? Was this all a hallucination? And who had shaved all her hair off?
Here's Chapter One Chapter Two: What do you do for Money, Honey? No matter a population’s size, location, or cultural norms, a seedy subset of humanity always establishes itself within. For the Delta V space station, that subset had taken hold within a section known as “Bangkok”. Decades ago, the station council admitted they couldn’t clean the place up, so they tolerated the illicit activity— to a degree.
By Davi Mai6 months ago in Chapters
Chapter One is here.. Chapter Two: Assume the Position. Jake’s hands closed around thin air. Cindy’s neck wasn’t there anymore. His plan foiled; he felt the front zipper of his jumpsuit pulled down. Cooler air wafted against his chest. Then, most baffling of all, his dick was in a firm grip.
By Davi Mai7 months ago in Filthy
Can the patients and staff of a Psychiatric Hospital for killers survive the Zombie Apocalypse? Here's chapter one, for critique. Feel free to comment on the good, bad, ugly?
By Davi Mai7 months ago in Critique
Cindy My art is dying. When I go, I don’t think there will be many left to keep the craft alive. And of those left, none can match me. I am the last great master, and my name will go down in history.
By Davi Mai7 months ago in Horror
The Dream Factory “For God’s sake, can nobody control that perverted little pipsqueak?” the Grim Reaper yelled from his dressing room in the dream factory. He’d been trying to apply “Crimson Soul” lipstick for the last five minutes, but progress was ponderous due to his lack of lips.
The leggy blonde’s white dress billowed around her. For a moment her clasped hands held it down, revealing only pale skinny legs. But her fingers loosened, and hands fell limply away to the sides. Unimpeded, the dress flew up and covered her face, offering protection from any embarrassment that full frontal exposure might cause. Below, a dark triangle of pubic hair contrasted starkly with lily-white skin.