Chapter 1: A Life of Slavery and Blood
I'm an old combat trainer who was sold to this bloody shit hole to ensure runts like you don't die in a matter of seconds."
Alcohol Abuse (OLD)
Mushi was an unusual blend of species; specifically, a rat and a dragon. Her entire body, sans belly, was covered in scales, the preferred reptilian armor in a dark brown shade, broken up by her belly, furred and tan, terminating just below that...
Otis: Requiem in Dmin.
Short story about unfinished words and grief.... and old gay men. there lives an experienced, aged buck. an artist, a poet, a last of his kind lost to his mind.
Dirty Old Mind
Brian was now at the ripe age of ten years old while i was at the old-fart age of forty-six. in a small, quiet neighborhood like this one, you can't expect to find anything to do, or anyone to do i should say.
Pink Treasure (OLD)
A thief like no other had chosen a pair of fellow thieves for her mark, a duo of shifty Argonians that prided themselves on their smooth, bloodless tactics, choosing to work more with their tongues. Or, when the situation called for it, their genitals....
Old Threats Renewed
Juno smiled and took scarlon's hand, giving the back of it a kiss like an old world gentleman. my mate had decided on sarah as a name to use in her human form, and i had to admit, she did look like a sarah.
Chapter 1: Shattered
I wanted to revisit an old series. touch it up to my current standards and revisit what i wanted of it. halo infinite gave me that old writing spark. hopefully it shows. cheers, friends. heller's day could have been described as a waking nightmare.
How I Came to Love My Best Friend: Chapter 2
I moved out for grad school three months early, never even reaching out to my old friends or my family. it was the coward's way out and i knew it. she broke my heart beyond repair...or so i thought.
The Empty Plate
This is an old poem i wrote back in 2017 for a poetry contest. i didn't come close to winning i'm pretty sure and i've never really posted this before so i thought i would now.
SYBT: Anuban Desires Among Academics
Instead she had spent it going over old texts and correcting all her old translations, she thought that in a few more months she would be fluent in ancient egyptian. that however did not mean she was without need for sleep.
These Old Bones
As the old wolf closed his eyes edge gave his a gentle pet and kissed his head. “goodbye old friend."
Like a Book (OLD)
Blaque caught him thinking of the old cliché, sitting in the dentist chair. of course, her powers were a two-way street, and she playfully corrupted the anti-boner fantasy desmond did his best to maintain.