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 No.1363[Reply][Last 50 Posts]

Gurochan isn't exactly Word when it comes to formatting options, but you've got a lot of basic tools at your disposal to make your story not a pain to read.

Basics



Each new paragraph should be on a new line with a blank space in between.

Like so.

It might look like you have a lot of blank space at first, but it's much easier to read in the long run. This helps mitigate walls of text.

Dialogue



You're writing a story, presumably with characters, who presumably speak at some point. Every time a different character speaks, their dialogue gets its own paragraph. Again, it looks like it leaves a lot of space, but it's easy to read (and professional).

Use quotation marks for dialogue, not hyphens, and certainly not nothing at all. You need something in there to differentiate dialogue from narration.

Incorrect:
I think I need a hug, said Maya. No worries, said Steve. I've heard the oven has a nice, warm embrace.

Incorrect, but better than the previous example:
"I think I need a hug," said Maya. "No worries," said Steve. "I've heard the oven has a nice, warm embrace."

Incorrect, but better than the previous example:
- I think I need a hug.
- No worries. I've heard the oven has a nice, warm embrace.

Correct:
"I think I need a hug," said Maya.
"No worries," said Steve. "I've heard the oven has a nice, warm embrace."

Correct:
"I think I need a hug."
"No worries. I've heard the oven has a nice, warm embrace."

Tags and Titles



Let potential readers know what to expect from your story before they dive into it. If accurate tags would potentially spoil the story, at least tag the big ones (/g/, /f/, /s/, /fur/, maybe loli/shota). If you'd rather not deal with tags, at least make your title descriptive (e.g. Ruki at the Snuff Club). Tags are especially helpful in stories with less indicative titles.

Note that titles not indicating the included fetishes are not bad titles. Titles are merely supposed to summarize the story, or symbolize the theme, etc. It's not like "Hunger Games" would have been better titled "Teenagers Murdering Each Other for Rich People's Entertainment," is it?

Other



A general rule of thumb is that if you get lost wPost too long. Click here to view the full text.
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 No.25594[Reply]

The video opened on the image of a young woman, seated on the center of a pristine hotel couch. With her slender, petite build, seemed around college aged, though her style of dress— casual office wear, a pure white blouse with just a hint of frills and a short pencil skirt— made her appear just a bit older. Like a young intern, perhaps. Her dark hair had been tied up in unassuming, practical twintails, just to get them out of the way.

Her eyes were sharp. On any other day, they would’ve shown with a piercing intelligence— but today, they were darting about the hotel room. Her legs were closed, tightly pressed together, her hands were set neatly on her knees, very prim, very proper, but the woman couldn’t stop her fingers from tapping, dancing with anticipation.

She was almost the spitting image of a fresh-faced career woman to-be. The luminescent, aroused blush in her cheeks gave the game away. Well, if her choice of video platform didn’t already.

“And, we’re rolling, Monica.” A man’s voice spoke from behind the camera. The woman sat up a bit straighter. “Can you introduce yourself?”

“Right! I’m Monica, Monica Trenna. I’m twenty-three years old, recent grad from Hyde University. Right now, I work as a data analyst.”

The man whistled. “Made it all the way to graduation, huh? I’m surprised a cutie like you didn’t get snuffed sooner.”

Monica tossed one of her twintails. “Well, I considered it… but… the timing didn’t seem right.” The real reason was a bit embarrassing to admit— she’d done some fortune telling for fun, and it always told her to wait— until now. “So I was always kind of on the fence about it, you know?”

“I don’t know,” the man said. “If someone as gorgeous as you gave me the chance to snuff her, I wouldn’t be on the fence at all.”
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 No.25597

It's about the same time (and the same thread) for me dipping my toes into writing anything at all. Happy anniversary, I guess

 No.25599

Nice!

 No.26147

Were it not for the site this video was hosted on, it could’ve easily been mistaken for a taped job interview.

The woman on the hotel couch was a portrait of professionalism. She had chosen a flawlessly pressed suit dress for this occasion, sitting perfectly upright and letting the blazer’s angular lines cling to the contours of her curvy body. Her hair was done in a tidy, round bob cut, framing a contrast with her angular cheekbones and the sharp edges of her eyes. Despite the kind of video she was here to record, her gorgeous features, as if sculpted in stone, betrayed not the slightest hint of emotion. Not fear, not anxiety, not excitement.

“And, we’re rolling,” the director said, from behind the camera. Why don’t you introduce yourself?”

The lady closed her eyes and offered a curt nod. “Candice Green. Twenty-six years old. I’m a lawyer. It’s my pleasure to be featured on Sensual Snuff Films.”

“I can’t remember the last time we had a lawyer on the show,” the director said. “Nothing was wrong with the contract, I hope?”

“If there were, I’m sure you would’ve already been hit with countless wrongful death lawsuits.” Candice raised her chin, just a bit. The edges of her lips curled into the smallest of smiles. “Not that I’m one to assume, of course. I’ve reviewed the full contract and have no issues with it.”

“That’s a relief.” That said, the director was aware of just how airtight the contracts were, too. Sensual Snuff Films prided itself on keeping everything above-board, and that meant having very good legal counsel on staff. “What kind of lawyer were you?”

“I’m a patent attorney. I work at Jackson & Stevens,” Candice said.
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 No.6590[Reply][Last 50 Posts]

Maybe you're like me and enjoy writing, but just can't come up with ideas for what to write. Or you have a very vague idea and are spotty on the details. Or maybe you do have this idea that would make for a way cool story, but think you can't write for shit (in which case you should totally give it a shot, a lot of people are actually pretty decent with just a little criticism/refinement).

Either way, this thread is gonna be about writing prompts. Leave an idea/request for some writer to pick up. Writers, find ideas or request more detailed ones based on your loose outline. And if you do a story based on a suggestion, do leave a link to that here (but not the story itself, just a link to your thread).

Note that for most people “Kill [character] via [method]” isn't nearly enough to work with, at least without appearing awfully generic. Instead, give one or two sentences with such things as location/setting, motivation (if applicable), or a brief scenario, and whatever details. (And maybe some of the more common tags for reference).

Then let's see how this turns out.
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 No.26100

>>26098

Well, How about one of those scenario where someone has to take a shit but they cannot take off the suits they are wearing?

Extra point if it's a kind of suit that isn't elastic.

 No.26102

>>26100
looks pretty funny LOL

I suppose nonelastic suit means that she can't do it in about same way as if she is plugged or stops half the way?

Just can't even think what kind of somewhat reasonable situation it could be where it happens.

 No.26112

>>26102

One I could think of is astronaut woman has to take a massive dump while out on a spacewalk.

And since she can't make it back into the ship I guess she get into a 'squat' and let it rip?

either the suit stopped her or she pushes so hard it rips, how about that?

 No.26138

>>26112
Inspiration! 250 word challenge.

 No.26146

>>26112
I got interested in that iea after all
Astronaut version was a bit too short so I did cheerleader version.
https://boards.guro.cx/lit/res/26145.html
>>26138
Your story is good but you made me think about how it could be done in another way to be more funny so maybe we will have 2.
But yeah it is most fit for 256-512 word stories


 No.26145[Reply]

Story inspired by the story prompt. I usually don't do scat topic text stories but this time it will be :)


It was a big day for the school. The annual sports meet was going to be held and everyone was excited. Especially the cheerleading squad who had been practicing non-stop for weeks to make sure they were perfect for their big moment.
It was going to be a special day for Nina, the star of the team. Nina was most gorgeous of all the girls on the team and she knew it. Her athletic and slim body was the envy not only of every girl in school but also her teammates. She could do backflips, cartwheels and splits effortlessly. while the rest acted more like a supporting cast around her.

"Fuck it," Mandy cursed while putting on her uniform. "I can't stand seeing that bitch take all the attention. we are supposed to be a team..."
"Well she does deserve it after all. she works twice as hard as you guys," Taylor defended Nina.
"damn I still can't stand it, we have to put her in her place somehow." whined Mandy while opening Nina's locker and rummaging through it. "hey! WTF is that? She pulled out a small bottle of pills from Nina’s bag
"Looks like laxatives", said Taylor "Probably she got constipation from all her diets."
Mady lit up with an evil grin, “Haha That is going to teach her a lesson " she giggled maniacally while taking out a bottle of juice that Nina had in her locker and dumping the contents of laxative pills into it.
"Hmm maybe that's not such a good idea", Taylor cautioned. We have an important performance today.
"Shut up Taylor, it is not like she will die or something, maybe just get a bit uncomfortable." She shook the bottle well until all the pills dissolved. and placed it back into Nina's locker.
"Hehe now we will see how our miss perfection will do her splits. " Mandy snickered.
"Nina will kill you if she finds out you did this to her,” Giggled Taylor.
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 No.26128[Reply]

Hello, this is my first snuff erotica that I'm writing to completion and actually posting. I hope at least some people like it, feedback and criticism will be greatly appreciated! This story is split into several parts, and is also a little bit of a shorter burn, so just as heads up.

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During Shannon's 19th Birthday Sleepover, she receives an extra special present from her parents, leading to an unforgettable night with her friends.

 No.26129

"So, who wants to go first!" Shannon looked at the girls around her, each giggling to themselves about college gossip. They were sat in the middle of Shannon's living room, forming a rough circle. There were 6 of them in total, all in their PJs and staying the night for Shannon's birthday slumber party.

The head of the group, The birthday girl herself, had shoulder-length brunette hair, with natural curls inherited from her mother. Her PJs were quite simple, much like herself, being a pair of gray-blue plaid sweatpants and a matching pattern-less t-shirt.

Immediately to her right was her nuisance of a sister, Anna, who was only a year younger than her. She had longer brunette hair, which she liked to keep in a large braid, and wore a matching set of flashy pink and bunny patterned PJs.

Next to Anna was their cousin Sophie, who had a striking head of rich ginger hair, tied neatly into a twin pigtail braid, with a smattering of freckles to compliment it. She was the same age as Anna and nearly inseparable from her, doing almost everything together. She had a matching pair of PJs similar in color to Anna's, only with strawberry patterning instead of bunnies.

Following Sophie was Madalyn, the oldest of the group at 20. Madalyn was a champion of the college's weightlifting team, yet she was rather shy about her body, with her dark red PJ sweatpants and long sleeve black and white shirt covering her toned muscles. Her contrasting brunette and blond hair was also quite striking, being tucked into a tight bun.

Then, next to Madalyn was Leah. Her hair stood out from the others, being bright blond and tied up into a shapely, elegant bun. She was confident and cheeky, very much the popular girl of the group. Her PJs were just was flashy as her personality. They were almost too short and slightly see through, colored in a shiny sky blue, with a matching mini silk scarf tied around her neck.

Finally, between Leah and Shannon was Zoey, Shannon's girlfriend. Her black hair was kept short and messy, matching her bratty attitude, which kept the two girls locked in friendly competition. Zoey's PJs also complimented her personality, with black and white plaid sweatpants and a black "Lead Zeppelin" t-shirt.

Zoey, of course, was the first to reply. "How about you start birthday girl! This *was* your idea." Shannon looked over to Zoey, who had a smug look plastered acrosPost too long. Click here to view the full text.

 No.26132

I'M LISTENING

 No.26141


Shannon bursts into her parent's room. "I'm getting a special present!?"

Her Dad, Nick, looks up, not expecting his daughter to suddenly enter. "Uhh.. Yeah, but..." He slowly looks down, gesturing to his lap.

Shannon follows her father's gaze down. Nick's pants were all the way down, his fully erect cock exposed. Wrapped around it, mid-jerk, was a pair of Shannon's panties, already stained with pre-cum. Shannon's face lit up. "O-Oh, I didn't realize..." She looks back up at her father, her eyebrows furrowing. "You could've asked me, you know?"

Nick let out weak chuckle. "Yeah, but I didn't want to disturb you and your friends. Plus, you know your mother doesn't like me disturbing her when she's getting all dressed up... So..." He shrugs, not knowing how to explain himself better.

Shannon sighs, amused at her father's situation. "Yeah, yeah, whatever you say..." She moves over next to her father, giving him a cheeky kiss on the lips. "Now, let me take care of this while *you* tell me what my present is."

Nick smirks, knowing his daughter wouldn't miss a chance to have some fun. "Fine, fine..."

Shannon kneels down in front of her dad, pulling out a hair tie and putting up her hair. She then untangles her panties from around his cock and tosses them aside, smirking. "Won't need these anymore~"

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 No.26142

Looking forward to the present showing up.


 No.26016[Reply]

(Snuff, bisection, choking, dubcon, M/f/f, F/f/f, Femdom, peril, eager, decapitation)

Madame Marion was squirming and moaning in her plush armchair, thighs spread wide to make space for her twin maids. The duplicate blondes had wonderful tongues, strong and pointed, dragging and teasing and stroking through Marion's dripping folds.

Somewhere near, a woman screamed in horror as a rattly gas engine revved loud. Her twins moaned in bliss, and Marion let out a ragged groan and squirted all over her girls' faces, listening to the terrified shrieks turn to excruciating screams of pain, suddenly bubbly and gargly before abruptly stopping.

She gently squeezed her thighs around her girls' heads, and craned her own head backwards, watching upside down as a portly, blood-drenched man raised a chainsaw a few inches more, snipping through a very dead woman's forehead. He let the saw rev a few seconds more, spitting out the last splatter of gore, before killing the engine and setting it down.

He pulled the gore-drenched goggles off his eyes, and looked over the mess he had made. The meat had had cinnamon skin, hefty tits and the billowy silk sleeves and leggings of a harem girl, but the saw had made a mess tearing the meat from cunt to forehead, so it was hard to make out much more of what it had been.

The two sides of pork swung on chains and wrist shackles, gravity swinging the halves apart. The gore-drenched man let out an amazing moan as more organs slopped from the meat onto the floor, his huge cock throbbing and erupting, jetting gobs of semen into the hollow half-torso.

He let out a shaky sigh, then glanced to one side, and pointed. With a loud clatter and clang and squeal, the gate of the iron pen swung open, and a one-armed woman in a nurse's cap jerked her head and pointed with her thumb.

A nervous brown-skinned woman with frizzy black hair in afro puff pigtails slunk from the pen, red heels clicking on the concrete, red silk bunny ears bobbing over her head. She let out a little whimper as she knelt down and started licking the blood and meat off the man's bulging belly and cock, the puff of white fluff on her bunnytail buttplug wriggling between her broad asscheeks.
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 No.26133

Oh damn. Hot.

 No.26140

Good, just what I needed to cum!


 No.22063[Reply]

Like the 100 word thread but you can play around with 250 words.
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 No.26075

Casey’s husband held her hand as she lay on the exam table, both of them watching the live image of her ultrasound on the monitor.

By law males couldn’t be snuffed, so they needed to know the sex of their baby before they could decide if she would serve as the main course at their Memorial Day barbecue in two weeks.

“Hmm,” the Doctor finally said. “Definitely a little girl.”

Her husband squeezed her hand excitedly.

“She looks delicious,” he muttered warmly in her ear as they both continued to stare at the sight of their now never to be born daughter.

Casey smiled to herself. “Just like her mother?” she whispered back.

“Hmm,” her husband hummed affectionately before kissing her cheek.

 No.26080

>>26075
Very relevant to my interests, thank you

 No.26099

"Oh sweet girl, I have you now."

The wicked woman twisted the white wisp of soul around her index finger. She brought it to her lips and kissed it.

"I'll store you next to my heart for safe-keeping." She opened her robe. Between her full breasts hung a silver pendant on a slender chain. The woman's voice was soft, gentle. "Right in here." The wisp poured into the pendant and vanished.

The woman closed her robe. "Mmmh..." she moaned as she stretched, arching her back, "you're so warm against my skin."

The soulless teenager, sprawled on her butt like a puppet with cut strings, looked up wide-eyed at the woman and wept.

The woman lifted the girl's delicate chin with a finger. "There's no reason to cry." She bent low and kissed the small whimpering mouth, probing between the soft, plump lips with her tongue. The woman was surprised when the pendant spilled out from between her breasts. "Oops!" She chuckled and tucked it back in her robe.

Then her voice was stern.

"Stand up, sweet girl."
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 No.26116

"You fought well, little one."

The squirming teenager cried as the older, stronger woman contorted her into position.

"Shhh..."

A sudden snap and the girl went limp.

The woman smiled, her hair cascaded onto the girl's cheek as she leaned down to whisper in her ear. "This part is a secret between you and me. The fans just saw you die, but..." she kissed the girl's mouth, the intimate act hidden by her hair, "...for a little while longer, your brain is still working, trapped in that paralyzed, suffocating little body, still able to feel everything..." She caressed the girl's wet face, like a mother comforting her daughter.

"Because I like you so much," she leaned in and kissed the limp girl again, blowing air into her lungs, "I'll have you sent to my room. But don't worry," the woman's hand trailed down the girl's small body, fondling her breasts, stomach, and between her legs, "I'll be there in a few minutes to share more air with you. Just for a little while."

 No.26137

She was dressed for a night on the town when the call came. Her expertise was urgently needed. A derailed train had dumped a gigantic load of noxious waste. Ironically the call prevented her from doing the same. Soon her pretty face was hidden in a black mask and she was in a world of yellow suits and white trucks and orange sludge.

After 3 hours the situation on the track was almost resolved but the situation in her tract was deteriorating. This was the most jagged rocky misshapen conglomeration of filth her irregular bowels had ever manufactured. Trying to be discreet she crouched down and pushed 'til this curse on her colon was passed. She heard something tear. Her suit! Those few millimeters of plastic standing between her robust young body and hideous excruciating death!

She tried not to panic. If she could just get to the decon van quickly there'd be a good chance of survival. She stood up and frantically waddled along the track. Her distraught shallow breathing and the hot miasma in her suit conspired to make her lightheaded. She hadn't made half the distance before she passed out. Soon she was trapped in a dream of scalded lungs and dissolved skin and poisoned blood.

She's still alive today. The ripping noise came from the pantyhose she forgot she was wearing. There was no damage to her hazmat suit or her health. Physical health that is. Her mental health's as bad a mess as those pantyhose.


 No.26134[Reply]

After for some extensive search, I found the first part of the story. Anyone else knows the whereabout of the second part?

https://www.reddit.com/r/SOS_Brigade/comments/8yyswj/the_debreasting_of_haruhi_suzumiya/

 No.26122[Reply]

Stealing and continuing the idea from https://boards.guro.cx/lit/res/22345.html

Burning Woman, like a gurochan version of Burning Man, just with fewer hipsters and more snuff.

Actual stories below.

 No.26123

>>26122
Billie: Part 1 of ?

"So, that water bottle is all you brought?"
"It's all I have, in fact!" The blonde explained, smiling widely. "I sold or gave away everything I had before I came here, and hitch-hiked the whole way! It's a totally authentic experience!" She gestured to herself. "No tent, no food, no clothes, no anything except the bottle to make sure I survive beyond the first few hours. It's so generous here that I'm going to get by on whatever food and shelter I'm offered, and it's not like you really need to eat anyway, right?" She continued, bouncing lightly on her feet as she got into the explanation. "Well, except for the ticket, anyway. Just the bottle and my wristband once I get it."
"You do kind of need to live, but you're not planning on surviving, are you?"
"Oh, of course not!" Billie replied, her smile growing brighter. "My mom did the circuit of events like this back in the day. I was conceived at one, I was born at another one, and she died at yet another one, once she was sure I was old enough to be able to remember it and my daddy could support me alone." She giggled softly, patting her belly as the line moved up. "I had my two daughters here last year, one's at home with our daddy, and the other was given to the fire for luck."
"Isn't just taking a little selfish?" The man asked, tilting his head slightly. "I mean, it's not like you have anything to give..."
"Oh, where are my manners!" Billie exclaimed, turning around and bending over, looking back at the man. "I'm giving my consent up in return for whatever I'm given. Nobody needs to ask for anything, just take it. Would you like to use me? Any hole is good~"
The man reached down between her legs, feeling how wet the explanation had made her. "You're really into this, huh? And you said 'our' daddy? She's an incest baby?"
Billie rolled her eyes. "No, we have different fathers. Rape babies are a family tradition, especially for our first!" She said, waving her hips to and fro as the man fondled her. I don't know who my father was, I have a vague who hers might have been, or at least I have it narrowed down to a few. And yes, I'm totally 'into' this, as you put it. I'm giving myself to Burning Woman, I don't intend to survive the festival, and there's nothing for me to go back to anyway; Daddy is moving house to make sure of that, and dropped me off aloPost too long. Click here to view the full text.

 No.26126

So far, so good.
Good luck with writing more chapters. :)

 No.26130

This is absolutely excellent! Here’s hoping you keep it up!

 No.26131

Ooooo, this is fun :D


 No.25122[Reply]

Black Justice (loli, snuff, guro, femdom, maledom, politics, racism)

1. I am a novice erotica writer and as such am hungry for constructive criticism and feedback on my work. This story has been posted on multiple platforms. Please let me know in the comments or via whatever messaging platform is available what you thought of the story, even if you did not like it at all. The only exception to this call for feedback is that if you wish to criticize this kind of (violent, sexual, underage) content, please rather keep it to yourself. If you do not mind this kind of content or enjoy it, but nonetheless feel this story is subpar, do engage.

2. This story is only an exercise in catharsis – its content and characters are entirely fictional and do not represent any real-world preferences or desires. If you are easily offended by themes or literary portrayals of parental betrayal, extreme sexual violence, and underage characters engaged in sexual and violent scenes, please do not read any further than this.

3. If you enjoyed this story, let me know. That's the only way I know to write more!

4. While this story is heavy on political themes and narratives, it in no way represents my politics. This is the last place where you should be offended about politics.

5. Most of this story is planned out well ahead, but I am eager and open to constructive engagement about where it could or should go next. I might take your idea and incorporate it somewhere. Also, if this story does not seem to resonate, I will not continue publishing it, so please let me know if you would like more.

6. As this will likely be a long, multi-part story, only the most general of tags have been selected. Be warned that everything from scat, cannibalism, intense psychological harm, and mass murder could eventually feature.

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 No.25142

Holy shit this is bad. The characters read like an alien wrote them before ever meeting a human being. You should stop.

 No.25162

i was kind of getting into it.

 No.25163

Same

 No.25168

A week later, Larry Jefferson sat on the patio of his downtown apartment, reading the morning paper. He was a corporate attorney with a home office, so he had nowhere to rush to.

As he read, his attention was drawn to a short article with a photo of a face he recognized.

“Megan Witherby, the 15 year old daughter of James and Darlene Witherby, remains missing. Megan rose to prominence last month when she publicly criticized her father’s company, the General Bank, for a lack of diversity on its board. The Witherbys are one of the country’s most publicized families, bringing this missing persons case into the national spotlight. The prestigious Mount Coolidge Academy, where Megan was captain of the cheerleading squad, reports that it is in constant contact with the police and the Witherbys and is doing whatever it can to see Megan brought home safely.”

Larry shook his head in frustration, and grabbed his phone. He scrolled to a chat group he had with his friends, and typed.

“Yall see this morning story on that white bitch Witherby? Look how crazy everyone is going. Country will never learn yo. Racism is so deep that most think this is normal,” he wrote.

Larry saw that Jamal Davis, who reparated Megan at his house party, was typing a response.

“Yeah I saw. World’s crazy. Goes to show we havta double down. Black lives wont start mattering without action,” Jamal replied.

Larry responded with a thumbs-up emoji.
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