Water
Of course, I paid for that blessing dearly the next day. I fucking knew better than to go to sleep drunk. How many times had Brad and I done this? Fucking vodka, too. My eyelids were stuck together and the skin on my cranium felt stretched to the...
Spill
"Shit shit shit SHIT SHIT AWWWW SHIT HAHAHAHA I fucked that up!" "Drink, motherfucker!! Fuck you!" A little sullen at losing yet again, I took a cheap shot. "Fuck ME? How bout you fuck_Angelaaaaaa_?" Brad snorted, and his words sounded more offended...
Thanks for the Lift
Hello there anyone happening on this! Having satisfied myself and my characters with the follow-up to "Comfort Zones", I'm branching out into new territory. And after the last story got a little heavier than the first part, I decided the first of my...
Comfort Zones - Wide Open Wounds
_"I'm sorry, Kevin...I still just...can't."_ _"Why NOT?! I'll help you through anything you need! I know it's hard but I can HELP you..."_ _"I can't! I just can't, okay?! It's easy for you to say, your mom understands! My parents...I live in fear of...
Senior Privileges
They cornered me behind the art wing while I was out having a smoke. It was senior fucking year, and we'd all realized there wasn't too much anyone could do to keep us in a classroom or even in the school building. I'd begun pretty regularly "going to...
Personal Chef (commission for Artemis)
Outside the door of the designated apartment, a large red wingless bat waited somewhat impatiently after hearing the bell ring from inside. The soft-white walls of the hallway were dotted with several other doors, but this was a very posh complex...
Maxed Out (commission for pittbull paw)
Max scowled mildly into the simple rocks glass on the bar in front of him. Pickings were slim tonight. The bartender knew him well enough that another glass with the same sweet but strong simple concoction appeared without even a prompt. Another Jack...
Darn Those Shoes (commission for FriskeCrisps)
Crisp fidgeted at his desk, his fluffy gray and white tail flopping limply behind the seat for the thousandth time. He wasn't alone; it wasn't as if 7th-grade English was riveting the rest of the class into their chairs either, but there was only a few...
Sit Tight
_"A-174! A-1-7-4, second window please."_ Greg chuffed and looked down at his lap forlornly for the seventieth time. His ticket showed the same number as it had all the other sixty-nine times. A-189. He'd been there for thirty minutes and they'd gone...
Comfort Zones
"Almin and Musser..." Hmm...Connor Almin...the quiet otter with glasses. I could do worse for a presentation partner. As everyone inadvertently did when Mr. Ross called out a pair of names, I searched out my counterpart in the classroom, and saw him...
Roommating
"Okay dude, you gotta promise to leave my roommate alone though. He's probably your type but I don't think he's gay." "I ain't promisin shit. What is he?" "Otter." "Shitttttt man you know I love otters." "Well can you at least try to keep your...
My Dad's Asshole (5)
_Do it. Fuck him. Take it back._ Now it's Dad who's gotten too complacent in his mastery of the situation. Lying there asleep on his front on his bed. In his underwear. Pfffft. It's like he's taunting me. "See, I don't have to worry about shit now. I...