A Beginning of Sorts
The roo, like most lonely single males, kept a close eye upon the dating app that slowly eats away at his data allotment. Every ping from the phone is an urgent message that must be monitored with frantic desperation. The program is one of the hip new...
Can you feel the sunshine?(creepy poem)
Can you feel the sunshine, can you run away, no you can't not escape the sunshine for the doll wacthes you. Can you feel the sunshine? If you can't your blood must be on the dolls face for it needs blood. Can you hear the sunshine? No of corse not the...
Radial Flux: Appendix i
Thinks jack to himself so i can add the "m/solo" tag to this so it will post...
Crossroads
A crossroad stands before you, yet again A choice should be made, let's begin One to the left, "option A" per se, Another to the right, "option B" One may lead to wealth and fame, Other can grant health and time. Struggling on and on, which...
Mission to Live
A new day rises, another Mission ahead. A different beginning, another fission of emotions An earlier start time, another wave of blistering heat. An evening of sweat and crime, another one down. It is this time, this wave of unending heat The...
Train of Time
Every second that passes, marks another birth With every moment past, signifies another death. Seemingly a peaceful cycle, within this fairth From within nature, sorrow comes. With an unknown goal, cloudede future. With left foot over right,...
A New Day
We awaken to a new day A new dawn to hope, live and rest Albeit our lives be short today, We learn everything we see, like a pest Following here and there, seeking greater knowledge. A sea of information, unending. in it we tread, naive yet...
Author's Notes: Mark and Kim
Author's Notes: Mark and Kim by Yogloo Warning: This article does not contain any depictions of sexual situations or activities. It does, however, discuss such scenes in a very up-front way, and it contains spoilers. If you have not read the Mark...
Bait and Switch
Bait and Switch by Chickenboy Chris cast his fishing line out into the lake, sitting back into his folding camp chair and letting out a contented sight. He had dreamt of this trip for the past few years, camping in the woods and relaxing amongst...
A poem, this is
Ever feeling the oppresive presence that hovers over me, Just wishing that this repressive curtain would lift. Blood and gore everywhere, leaving debree here and there. Every day feels so short, yet the shadow is so still. Ever looming awareness,...
My Vixen
My vixen I sigh and shiver as my body searches for yours while I slumber. Whispering your name, your voices like sweet honey. My body craves your sweet scent with subtle wood undertones. I whimper knowing you're not there. Images of your warm...
Horny boy (part 9)
18/04/2013 This time (as opposed to previous parts) nothing happened while I was sleeping. I went to bed, I slept, I woke up and I lifted the blanket to check: I had no wet dream. I spent the afternoon on the computer looking at various sites on...