It Runs in the Blood (Commision)

It Runs in The Blood By Otteronymous "It affects a firstborn of every generation when they turn 21, Tammy. You gotta believe us! If you come home now we can get you help before it starts to manifest!" At the time, I thought my parents were fucking...

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Trick, You're the Treat

Trick, You're the Treat By Otteronymous Jonathan shuddered as he knocked on his manager's front door. The streets were eerily quiet, save for the rustling of the dry, autumn leaves. Soon they would be full of laughing, screaming children, all making...

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A Picture's Worth a Thousand Pounds (Commision)

A Picture's Worth a Thousand Pounds By Otteronymous "God damn phones," Onyx muttered, the bull's greasy fingers slipping across the iPhone screen. "They never build these things for real men." Twisting and turning with labored grunts, Onyx caught...

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Full of Christmas Spirit (Commision)

Full of Christmas Spirit By Otteronymous Vaughn's hands trembled as he read the letter for nth time that night, his excitement almost palpable at the thought of his most cherished dream coming true. "Dear Vaughn, I've been watching you for many...

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Unintended Consequences

Unintended Consequences By Otteronymous The sickly-sweet smell of tobacco, body oil, and shame wafted through the strip club air as Erik sucked down the last of the tequila bottle and soaked in the sin that surrounded him. The drunk stallion...

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Revenge is a Dish Best Served Fat: Part 2

Revenge is a Dish Best Served Fat (Part 2) By Otteronymous Marley wheezed as her obese, sweaty frame squeezed through the front door of Rock's house. It had only been a two block walk, but for the blubber-saturated excuse for a heifer, it may as well...

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Your Apology Is Not Accepted

Your Apology Is Not Accepted By Otteronymous Zinkari fidgeted in her chair backstage; the young wolf-deer's long tail thumping the floor impatiently as she listened to Mrs. Barsley's prep rally speech drone into its 25th minute. She sighed as she...

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