Finding yourself pt2. A Flame kindled
Ashlen said back, "well i need some new clothes too so why don't we head over to the metal head?" "sure" said jason. the metal head was the place to go for rock memorabilia and clothing.
Dealing with Ones Demons
Still a little punkish, my personality has changed a lot since i moved, used to be more goth and a metal head. typical emo outcast. though i grew into the edm/raver scene you never really lose that old school goth sense.
Harleys get girls!
I hope everyone likes it, rate, comment, and give your thoughts. any one who has read any stories by maggot4life will recognize the music inserts, which where what i was listening to when i wrote it. just hopeing to introduce a few other metal heads to a few
Preparations
#8 of metal-heads "awwww, come on! you said as soon as you outran that wanted level i could have my turn! you'd better not die on me..." "hang on a minute. let me just land on this roof. you'll be able to snipe people from up here."
Nothing But A Little Rivalry Competition
"you're going down, you blue furred metal head!" and from there, the competition had officially begun, with both creatures fondling one another's balls.
The Rogue: Part 2
I didn't remember anything hitting my arm, but then, i was to busy watching that bit of metal heading towards my face. "what was that all about?" a female voice said.
Butt-Putt Golf
\* and berry immediately stiffened in pain as the heavy metal head of a golf club smashed into his presented rump; the force of the harsh blow causing his limp horsecock to slap the ball into the nearby hole with such perverted gusto even emeril would
Smoker in the Closet
"how's it going metal head?" i always love rebutting with smart comments. "pretty shitty actually, lisa broke up with me through a damn text last night, she said something about me not being "mature enough for a highschool relationship".
Part III: Warm
He reached up to tilt the metal head that transferred the water from pipe lines to spaciously lacking precinct.
That Gay Goth Dog: CHapter 18: The Battle to be Normal: part 3
Four metal heads, and one weird shepherd as hayden would say! but soon as those drums started, the head bob started, flowing into dancing which feed into the group jumping up and down to the rhythmic melody we were hearing from the stage.
Tarina and the GrandMaster
A much older derlenian slightly hunched over and leaning on a long staff, that had a metal head piece with metal rings, that would jingle when he walked.
The Drifter Chapter One: My Origins
My simple job was to make sure that the smelter stayed at the right temperature at all times, then hit the release valve to let the pure metals head to the other machines in the complex. as i walked in, i tripped on the ground.