Didn't even know they were remaking this movie, let alone having Scarlett Johansson set to play the voice of KAA lol...
Let the new age era of weird Kaa art commence ... lol
Be My Valentine/Lara (Kaa story)Disclaimer: These stories are NOT I repeat NOT made by me. They're made from a user who no longer contributes as far as I know, from an old Yahoo group.Be My Valentine/Lara (Kaa story) by aomwow0044
Be My Valentine/Lara,
by Py, © 12/11/2001,
1. The voluptuous actress came home from a hard day’s work at the studio. The special effects guys on the sequel were really working her hard. Distance shots could be a stunt double, but close ups either had to be her or a virtually identical body double, especially considering the form fitting outfits she usually wore over her hourglass shape during the movie. She had learned to do most of her own stunts, this cost the movie makers more for safety measures, plus planning to shoot around her while she recovered from any injuries. But the audience ate it up and the studio was thrilled, as long as every precaution was taken. Computers and blue screen helped enormously, allowing for flying debris which would normally cut her to pieces if the stunt were
Merry Christmas!/Xena (Kaa story)Disclaimer: These stories are NOT I repeat NOT made by me. They're made from a user who no longer contributes as far as I know, from an old Yahoo group.Merry Christmas!/Xena (Kaa story) by aomwow0044
by Py, © 11/29/2001,
1. The hot poker stirred the fire in the brick fireplace, the woman using it holding a glass of eggnog in her other hand. She smiled, it had been some time for her away from the bright lights. A few years, but in the media that could be an eternity. Fortunately her agent had kept her name alive, not to mention all the well received reruns of her TV show. These 2 men and 2 women brought her more offers to renew her Xena character. They ignored the fact that Xena was dead, she had died several times before, and a little thing like death didn’t stop her. The offer being put forward today was for a Xena big budget movie special, one where she comes back to life for 2 days to save poor unfortunates about to be trampled by another warlord army. The woman th
Happy Thanksgiving/Batgirl (Kaa story)Disclaimer: These stories are NOT I repeat NOT made by me. They're made from a user who no longer contributes as far as I know, from an old Yahoo group.Happy Thanksgiving/Batgirl (Kaa story) by aomwow0044
by Py, © 11/22/2001,
1. The customized motorcycle drove down the quiet suburban street, drawing looks from a few neighbors around at this time of day, but not too many. It was early evening, dusk had fallen, headlights and streetlights were on, and few had time right now. Besides, many had grown used to seeing Batgirl arrive home from a days work, it was nothing special to them anymore. Batgirl drove to her secluded house at the end of a dead end street, and up the driveway. Hitting a button on the handlebars marked ‘Batden’, an electronic impulse opened her garage door. Shutting off her headlight she parked and walked to a switch on the wall, closing and locking the garage.
Entering her house through a connecting door, she walked through the kitchen to grab s
Trick or Treat/Elvira (Kaa story)Disclaimer: These stories are NOT I repeat NOT made by me. They're made from a user who no longer contributes as far as I know, from an old Yahoo group.Trick or Treat/Elvira (Kaa story) by aomwow0044
Trick or Treat/Elvira
by Py, © 11/2/2001,
1. It was near 11PM that Halloween night, the children in their various costumes had long since stopped coming to Elvira’s candle lit house for their treats. Elvira had just sat around watching television waiting for stragglers, but as usual got into a late night horror flic and stayed up way too late. Houses were dark, no headlights of cars or anything lit the street, except for occasional streetlights. Near her home it was darker since the nearest one was blown, and her porch light was the only one left on. Elvira was only a little tired, but the late movie on television was over, and it was time for sleep.
Before she could go upstairs Elvira heard the doorbell, she considered, ‘Too late for more kids, must be someone else.” On her way t
Vore Legends III The muddy warm waters of the Amazon sluggishly rolled through the green landscape, giving suffocating humidity to the land about. Innumerable trees clouded about the rivers, and the one that a river barge lay anchor at was no exception. A documentary crew was aboard this vessel hoping to find a lost and remote tribe that dwelt in the shrouded jungles. But things had gone awry. One of the members had been horribly wounded in an accident, and the members now struggled to cut back to civilisation to get him medical attention. But their current path was fraught with danger. In attempting to clear their way through the river they had lost the majority of their fuel, without which they would be stranded in the winding river system. It was now that they came upon a derelict ship that had run aground. Everyone on the boat came to the main deck and looked at the derelict, and all were struck with a curious sense of dread, although none could say why.
Island of Peril"Chelsea, Chelsea wake up!" a worried Bethany said slapping her friend's face gently with her palm. "Please, don't leave me wake up!" she shouted as a few tears fell from her cheeks and splashed onto her friends, closed eyes.
"N..ngnn....Beth?" Chelsea slowly opened her eyes to the sound of her friend's voice, confused to why she had such panic in her voice.
"Chelsea, thank God you are ok!" Bethany cried while hugging her friend tightly.
Bethany's long raven hair was pulled into a tight pony tail and swayed with the sudden motion of hugging her friend. Her large breasts were partially concealed with a black-sleeveless blouse with multiple rips now exposing her belly button and torn blue jeans shorts. "I I thought I lost you" she said with tears splashing onto the sand forming a small puddle.
"Beth...wh...what happened?" Chelsea reached up and hugged her friend back, still a bit confused to what was going on.
"The storm, the trip..." Bethany said still crying an
Tropical Hunger The local tribesmen knew him well, and often stayed well clear, fearing him to be some sort of demon-in-disguise. Stories were painted across the damp, moss-covered walls of caves, depicting how he lured only the most beautiful women to their deaths, using an evil magic to take control of their minds. Most women were protected when they reached a certain age, for the great python was voracious yet picky — only choosing the ripest specimens to prey upon. Women between the ages of eighteen to thirty were most at risk, and as they were the future of the tribe, were protected fiercely at all times. An island in the middle of the great lake, rumoured to be home to the magnificent Mokele-Mbembe, was home to the tribe who worshipped him, and they forever lived in fear that the giant rock python would return to sate his hunger. The last victim was the chief's daughter, a young, energetic woman who was easily seduced by the power o