These are going to be the stories of supernatural creatures and cryptids using the human race as they see fit for their own satisfaction. Each story will feature a particular entity and its interactions with a person. Some will be sweet and happy. Most will be dark and sexual. It is a story "box of chocolates."
She felt excited and nervous. She was finally on her own entirely, it was a unique experience she was more then ready for. Today was moving day, even though she only owned a few boxes and was done in a couple of hours. As she became stationary the nervousness settled back into her bones. The only furniture in her apartment was a full size bed and a small loveseat that was obviously a minimum of 50 years old. Night had fallen. Her first night in a new space as a new person. She was physically and mentally exhausted from the last several months and this was the first time she had been alone. As she sits, her thoughts are racing - have to go to Target and get some dishes, soap, toilet paper. A budget needs to be made, how is she going to do that? This place is so empty, it echoes like the thoughts in my head. Do I leave the lights on when I go to bed? I wonder if he misses me. What about food - what am I going to make!?
In order to shut her mind up, she grabs a book and goes to lie down on her bed. She didn't have many books left but she took her favorites. As she starts reading her mind becomes quiet and visual with pictures the words are painting for her. Quickly, she falls asleep.
When she wakes up in the morning there is an overwhelming sense of accomplishment. She feels the tears well as she feels her chest and shoulders lighten. Today is the first day of the new her - she can do whatever she wants, when she wants. She is paralyzed with indecision as she stays in bed, her eyes on the ceiling, soaking up the sun as it drenches her body. While she is attempting to listen to herself and find out what to first she hears something being shifted in the other room. She darts upright - what the hell was that! - she whispers to herself. She slowly shifts along the bedroom wall thinking to herself that she needs to add purchase weapon to her to-do list as she was barely clothed and had absolutely nothing to protect herself with. She peeps around the corner and quickly surveys the area. All of her few belongings are where she left them and there is no person or animal that she can see. She creeps into the room and checks all common hiding places. All clear. She was probably still dreaming she thinks to herself and brushes the experience off. Now that she was up and moving she decided to get her day started.
Since there was no food in the house she took a shower, got dressed and headed out to do some shopping and to pick up breakfast. The outside world seemed relaxed and everyone seemed to go at their own pace. She was unsure if this was because it was Sunday or if she was noticing people like her.
Sunday night. She was busy psyching herself up to be prepared for work tomorrow. Even though she felt like a new person her co-workers had no idea what she had been going through and may not recognize or acknowledge her newness. She falls asleep stressing about the next day and having imaginary conversations with co-workers.
Monday morning. A new day - day two of the new me she thinks to herself. She arrives at work, prompt as always and sees everything with fresh eyes. Did Donna always have flowers on her desk? The walls, have they always been green? As she sat down at her desk she immediately felt ready to work and be the most productive she could be.
Throughout the day she had gotten some weird looks from her co-workers and comments on how she looked good today. She has worn this outfit several times with no compliments so she knows it wasn't that. She reflected how good it felt for her to be seen and how she was able to project how she felt to others. With this thought she went to bed thinking about how much her life has changed in a short amount of time and looking forward to her journey.
Her place was now beginning to look like her. She had added more furniture and got a couch cover for that hideous love seat. This was becoming her oasis. She was finding herself to be funny and a terrible dancer. She was learning in the kitchen and pasta was her go to for most meals. She found herself wandering around naked, just enjoying being herself. She had friends again for the first time in what felt a lifetime. She was going out and drinking and eating and taking selfies.
This self discovery was happening in the bedroom as well. She was finally masturbating and learning what turned her on and what she wasn't a fan of. She had started with just her fingers and then she went onto one of those adult websites and ordered a toy. That brought her pleasure into levels she never knew. With this new self confidence she was beginning to catch mens attention. When she would go out with her friends she would be hit on several times throughout the night - though she was not comfortable with being naked with anyone or bringing anyone to her oasis.
One night she got home from work and it had been a tough day. She had been daydreaming of her oasis all day and could not wait to undress and unwind. She immediately went to the bedroom. She undressed and put on a floral silk robe barely tied at the waist. She loved the way the silk felt against her naked skin. She went into the kitchen and heated up leftovers. It was not a cooking dinner night. As she was eating and watching tv she suddenly felt like there were eyes on her.