Junk for Joy
junk for joy by htedomsa the humidity was really the worst of the walk. taslin hated the way the moisture seemed to turn everything sticky and worthless.
Junk in the Trunk
"Nice...tusks handsome, do you come here often?" Neptune looked toward Spiritusk. Nine feet of muscle and heft, the gray elephant's stained leather jacket was unbuttoned and showed off a sagging plump stomach. At first the colossal man didn't...
Space Junk
**space junk** written by leo\_todrius supported by my patrons the novelty of spaceflight had worn off. it had started, as many things do, with great reverence.
Pussy...
#4 of junk shop roan sends his annoying roommate to the junk shop... and enjoys the results.
The Junk Shop... Just and average night working at the Junk Shop...
#1 of junk shop ...
The Random Trades Game
He mutters under his breath, in anticipation of his new junk. the handsome husky at the controls, instructs them where to stand and how to fit their junk into the scanner and then moved back to the control panel. "ok boi's here we go..."
New Pet!
Shane nervously licked his lips as he waited for the nice lady to take him to his new papa. The little roo was overjoyed to hear he was being adopted but was a little scared that his new dad wouldn't like him. Finally, she came, taking by the hand...
The Serpent Curse - Prologue
FADE IN: ADVISORY CARD: This film is a work of fiction. The interpretations and speculations presented herein are merely a creative take on Biblical events, and is in no way intended to be substituted for Gospel Truth. Thank You. EXT. AUSTRALIAN...
Too Much Junk Food
Echo wasn't feeling very good this morning. The Angel Dragon had woken up with a bad stomach ache and bloating. He had already taken some antacids, but they weren't helping much. His belly was a bit rounder than usual, too. He hadn't pooped in 3 days...
Hot Night at the Junk Shop...
#3 of junk shop ...
junk yard dog's bitch
They gave me permission to put a small motor on it, i hugged them and went back to the scrap yard taking back some junk i had mostly off cuts and the odd bit of scrap i'd found but it was no good to me.
average day in the life of an obese fox
Sun filtered through the blind, illuminating the air in the small apartment, thick with the smells of greasy cheese and low sodium soy sauce. The clock on the wall said 4:30 but the slow sounding ticking said that was not to be trusted as accurate. A...