SWM Library
Welcome to the SWM Library! Here you will find a collection of some of the finest ubergirl fiction from across the web, contributed by our users. We do warn readers that some of the story content may get violent or contain very sexually explicit scenes, depending on the story (and author!). Authors are encouraged to provide disclaimers but please read at your own risk! Consider yourselves duly informed!
For ease of use, the titles are sorted here in 'true' alphabetical order by title. Titles beginning with 'A' and 'The' with be found under 'A' and 'T', respectively. You may filter your browsing with the letter toolbar found below.
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Power Hungry
Hits6577 viewsTuesday, 13 September 2016Whatever1376 Power Hungry /index.php?option=com_flexicontent&view=item&cid=203:storybank-by-title&id=1376:power-hungry&Itemid=228Relentlessly, the rain poured from the sky above onto the terrified young woman. The clock on her wrist would have confirmed that despite the pitch blackness above, it was afternoon, but the thick clouds above had stripped the area of almost any light from above. In the distance the hillside the fury of the skies were yet to reach gleamed eerily, illuminated by sunlight foreboding a thunderstorm. ...
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And I Feel Fine
Hits9863 viewsWednesday, 11 January 2006WhitePaw648 And I Feel Fine /index.php?option=com_flexicontent&view=item&cid=203:storybank-by-title&id=648:and-i-feel-fine&Itemid=228And I Feel Fine by Whitepaw Clouds hung scattered across the sunset like a loosing hand of G_d’s solitaire, just before folding over to darkness. She dangled a slender leg over the high platform bars of the transmission tower, high up on Telegraph Hill, wondering what she was all about and how she was supposed to fit into the metropolitan civilization sprawled across the desert at her feet. The d ...
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Brimstone Nights
Hits5575 viewsWednesday, 11 January 2006WhitePaw654 Brimstone Nights /index.php?option=com_flexicontent&view=item&cid=203:storybank-by-title&id=654:brimstone-nights&Itemid=228Brimstone Nights by Whitepaw --------------------------------------------- WRITTEN FOR SGI WORKSHOP 2.2 --------------------------------------------- (Written and best read to Tools Triad, but any stormy heavy metal will do.) Rain sloshed through the cobblestone alley on stampedes of wind. Rats and fauna slithered through the underclutter. Ragged crows on the stone battlements glared deaf as the ...
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Dropping By
Hits7415 viewsFriday, 19 August 2005WhitePaw649 Dropping By /index.php?option=com_flexicontent&view=item&cid=203:storybank-by-title&id=649:dropping-by&Itemid=228Dropping By by Whitepaw She held the diamond necklace up in the streetlight and smiled warmly. It was the first genuine gesture any boy had ever made to her… the Girl, not the Power. She’d played it cool for once: no powers, baggy, frumpy clothes, makeup haphazardly… It was just a tiny fleck of a stone, what she could have ground up from just a pinch of carbon between her fingers but— The cab dro ...
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Galaxy
Hits27963 viewsThursday, 02 March 2006WhitePaw763 Galaxy /index.php?option=com_flexicontent&view=item&cid=203:storybank-by-title&id=763:galaxy&Itemid=228Galaxy by Whitepaw WRITTEN FOR SGI WORKSHOP 1.7 And now, our feature presentation … Sweet dreams are made of these. Who had a mind to disagree? Something about the sheen on those satin arm-length gloves drove him twitchy, especially when she adjusted her boned lace corset like snuggling with herself. Galaxy 1: Atomic Dawn Travel the world and the Seven Seas, Everybodys looking for something. Her ...
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Go
Hits4941 viewsFriday, 19 August 2005WhitePaw653 Go /index.php?option=com_flexicontent&view=item&cid=203:storybank-by-title&id=653:go&Itemid=228Go by Whitepaw --------------------------------------------- WRITTEN FOR SGI WORKSHOP 2.1 --------------------------------------------- Can we help you? Robin poked his head out the towers front door, into the black pitch of night. I was hoping … The girl on the porch clutched her emerald-studded collar nervously in her clawed fingers. … You could. There was just the curl of motorboat in her voic ...
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Hijack
Hits6182 viewsThursday, 30 March 2006WhitePaw651 Hijack /index.php?option=com_flexicontent&view=item&cid=203:storybank-by-title&id=651:hijack&Itemid=228Hijack by Whitepaw --------------------------------------------- WRITTEN FOR SGI WORKSHOP 2.4 --------------------------------------------- This sucks. Sam sat sprawled across the ragged couch in his aging underwear. The dim light of the tiny apartment set on the spread of want ads, collection threats, beer bottles, and spent top ramen cups. Oh please. Supergirls radiant face spread across his ti ...
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Iced
Hits5141 viewsWednesday, 19 October 2005WhitePaw650 Iced /index.php?option=com_flexicontent&view=item&cid=203:storybank-by-title&id=650:iced&Itemid=228Iced by Whitepaw --------------------------------------------- WRITTEN FOR SGI WORKSHOP 2.2 --------------------------------------------- She thrust through storm like an eagles claw across mirrored waters, rolling angry sky around her like a tumbling amusement park ride, dew and tears leaping from her face into the slipstream. She zagged over and hit the mountaintop like thunder, scattering a he ...
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Mindfrakk
Hits4786 viewsWednesday, 19 October 2005WhitePaw652 Mindfrakk /index.php?option=com_flexicontent&view=item&cid=203:storybank-by-title&id=652:mindfrakk&Itemid=228Mindfrakk by Whitepaw --------------------------------------------- WRITTEN FOR SGI WORKSHOP 2.2 DOWNLOADED FROM http://www.superwomenmania.com/storybank --------------------------------------------- Shes not the girl next door. He paused in his straight jacket, eyes glazing over for words. She is a soaring lead guitar solo in the speed metal cacophony that swirls around her, a white swan adrift ...
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Soap
Hits4377 viewsWednesday, 17 August 2005WhitePaw657 Soap /index.php?option=com_flexicontent&view=item&cid=203:storybank-by-title&id=657:soap&Itemid=228Soap by Whitepaw Splash. Enigmatic twisting chants in her iPod mattered little – she could still hear sweat bead on skin. The tempo of any heartbeat was to her no softer than the tribal beat of the sweeping music playing in her ears. “” All was laid bare to her in but a simple twist of focus. Soap? Bubbles drifted from the open bank door. Suds oozed like white lava onto the sidewalk. Inside the f ...
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