group therapy Part 10
#10 of group therapy you're okay... the boys of camp d, as well as the now earless cheetah, had tucked tail and ran. spears or not, they were still just kids. the headless teddy was slowly blown along the ground.
group therapy Part 9
In front of them stood another group of a dozen boys. they all clutched makeshift spears and shanks and what-not. easily outnumbering the boys.
group therapy Part 8
#8 of group therapy we've all had a teddy bear at some point "fuck..." ryan grumbled with the effort of getting out of his own hole. he had needed to hook the blade of his shovel up onto the surface and try to pull himself up.
group therapy Part 7
#7 of group therapy we're all just how we're stained ryan's first night of sleep had gone as bad as he had expected it. the bear's snores were so loud, that ryan considered whether this was the trait that had earned the bear his nickname.
group therapy Part 6
And it used to happen to us often, since out group is smack-dead in the middle of the other groups." "but there's 6 groups, including group s." ryan mightn't know how to read, but his counting worked just fine.
group therapy Part 5
"and this is group c... if you're feelin' formal. if you ain't, then this is the home of bandit's boys."
group therapy Part 4
#4 of group therapy this parts called 'hynde paws'. the shadow being cast by the window frames had grown to stretch across the length of the court, like a handful of ember fingers.
group therapy part 3
You may be given a nickname corresponding to your group / crime to help you fit into the group._ _we don't see your species. we hate everyone equally.
group therapy Part 2
#2 of group therapy part 2 of group therapy, my cool new novel. had a lot of fun writing this, new character/characters too, lol. if there was ever an instance were real life were badly photoshopped, camp loosewater would be a shining example.
Group Therapy (Pilot Part)
#1 of group therapy bit intimated by all these tags. lot o' weird stuff goes on on here, but here's a first part of hopefully many of an actual story story if anyone's interested. let me know if i should write some more tonight.
Stud Club
The horse stood in a group of others that wore leather chaps with their rears and inner thighs exposed. like with jacques, devon could see their long, thick cocks hanging out in front of them. there were so many things to look at.
Losing Your Ass At The Blackjack Table
Only the color and the occasional lawn ornament denoting any of the owner's personal flare. Something that was less apparent at night. I had to drive around the cul de sac twice before I found the house. The amount of cars in the driveway was what...