Aaron's Present IV: Aaron's Revenge
He went through some of the vials, whose effects were handwritten on the labels. "cuntboyification" stood out to him and he set it aside and kept looking.
Snake of the Apocalypse #1
"_ david looked around one more time, this time he found a box labeled, **snake pills**. he looked in the box and found two bottles with some capsules in them. one was labeled normal. the other was labeled **human like**.
Introduction to Tora
The box was normally labelled, and soon they were going back and forth. bumping into jareth was inevitable. seraphim met him on the gang plank of her boat. "in a hurry, are we?" "not really,i had all this packed."
The Dangers of Boredom
She continued to show kemper the screen as she tapped at it again, pulling up the gallery menu and selecting that and several other lewd images before hitting an option labelled '_send as message_'.
Poem #60: You
Me like i'm the crazy one you don't even know me the only one who is close to knowing me is me hell you don't even know yourself you sit there and judge me like i'm some kind of freak a nerd, geek, bookworm, think-er your stereotypical labels
Pundamental Contest Story #2
Bobby focused on the pallets, studying the labels. the wolf wore a pair of torn-up blue jeans and a baggy white shirt. he looked the part of the gang, at least, which shunned good grooming in favor of a shabbier chic form of styling.
Easy as Breathing
One labelled damnation."_ the lord turned and indicated between the unicorns. _"the other labelled salvation. this one finds it ironic that one cannot tell the difference between the two."_ the lord chuckled.
Game Night (part Five)
No way he could hear me, i opened the door and stepped inside to see tyler sitting at his desk typing away vigorously at his keyboard a set of what resembled virtual reality headsets, next to those was a stack of small square discs, that had small labels
Mistaken Identity I
With the labels on the wall, alfred saw they were in c block. they walked down towards the door that had blocked alfred's escape last night. the caribou pressed his keycard, and the metal door slid open.
Dragon Milk
Dark brown cardboard, adorned with light labels and bundled up in several layers of tape.
The Soloist
Again, labelled mature for interpretive reasons. yes, that's why. ;) as always, i would very much appreciate any criticism or comments you have about this work. i use it to improve my work and grow as a writer.
Down the Road
You glance at malcolm to try and read his expression about the labels you've picked up, but he doesn't seem too interested in the bottles. you do, however, notice him studying your backside again. afterward, you go up to the counter and pay for them.