Bumblings of a Twenty-Something Nothing
Things seem new and in good repair, and there seem to be none of the druggies or hobos i remember seeing when at some of my friends' places.
Where Minds Lay: Distances Between
They seem similar to the hobos out side, or is it vice-versa? some of the doors are not even closed due to electrical malfunction. that's why the sound of screeching cubs fill the halls currently.
Madness, Starving, Hysterical
Maybe join that cabal of hobos behind center street? runaway across the country to live with some drug addict who only sees me for excrement and not for myself as a person, who's struggled to develop inhibitions that make me who i am today?
Metal Pony Sex Dimension: Chapter II
On the outskirts of the town sprawled beneath her piercing gaze, puddles of rainwater and hobo urine dripped down through rust holes scattered across the roof of a burnt-out warehouse. inside, snails grunted as he mounted pinkie pie.
Henry Rider and the NuYu Prescription: Chapter Twenty Three
My corn fritter turkey sandwich pickled hobo thumbs in toe jam _horsebutt was_ _too big to fit through the trash can!_ "where are we?" ethan moaned, rubbing his skull where the ceiling had clocked him.
Cecil's Midnight Stroll
A quick glance around in all directions revealed that, aside from a snoozing hobo across the street, he was alone with his victim. he paid the homeless kat no mind; probably so drunk he wouldn't even wake up when it happened.
VG Cats #6: All Apologies
"i don't trust doctors" she added, remembering dr hobo and his discredited take on medical science. he had eventually left the known world, ending up either dead, insane, or practicing medicine in mexico. either way, good riddance aeris thought.
Gryphon's Bane: A Barn Full of Nothing
Last i recall, there is no such thing as a hobo gryphon." his stomach knotted at the idea filling his head, and his lips and tongue turned numb. yet, he had to say it. for her sake. "i can huddle behind a bakery store, but not you."
EVIL DOESN'T DIE BOOK ONE CHAPTER SEVEN.
EVIL DOESN'T DIE BOOK ONE CHAPTER SEVEN. So, we've finally made it to the second to last chapter of this book. It's been a long, stressful ride for me to even just get this chapter finished. Hopefully, the contents of this chapter will leave you...
Shattered Episode1: From hell to heaven, and back
Dealers, hobos, night runners they were all here to do their job. "hey, scrub" a deep voice spoke, clearly aimed towards me. turning my head to see a man with robotic arm, gouged eye and a gap in his torso that had been stitched up with metal.
The Dark Room
He had totally not expected to meet an attractive tiger in the shop instead of the cougar whose body odor could be described as something between a hobo and an empty bottle of cough syrup. the tiger smelled like...he smelled...the lion couldn't decide.
Gay Werewolf Sex
You wouldn't hear a good back story that involved being bitten by some random murder hobo would you?" he tries to explain. "oh, come on, why couldn't it have been like your spirit animal or something? aren't you like, part blackfoot?"