Taking Care of Need
"by being such a great man that cares deeply for other people," she replied with a giggle.
The Day Care's Guard
#9 of flash fiction quilava should have known what he was doing when he (accidentally maybe) broke into the pokemon day care. or did he? gay pokemon porn here, quilava/shinx.
The Hardest Choice
He knew that they'd probably never find the right road, the turns to take to reach this spot, if he just called and left to take care of his own needs. no, if he was going to do this, he'd have to stick around.
Sandy, Skippy, and She's Back
Gramms bear had not perished in vain; her blood had not fallen on the tiles of the kingdom of caring without meaning.
The Proclivities of Power...By the light Chapter 7.
He placed the two tablets in her mouth, watching her carefully in case she decided to spit them out.
Vis me?
I wish I could define lost. Going by the definition when read from Merriam Webster's dictionary, it has many different ways of being applied depending on what situation you find yourself in. Sad, really. I find myself being drawn toward the subscripts...
My Condolences
Today, another day and the world seems no different/ besides my Eyes, my Inner Eyes, weird, confused, unsure, scared, my own trophies tarnished by an unsure discovery "The Reluctant Christian" I composed in dreamlife, stared down by a...
Enjoying the Meathook
I love the steel sting as I watch him carving my friend, and I cannot wait for my turn, unless I yank myself off this thing. When he picked me up, I did not scream. I surrendered, pulled an erection, and orgasmed when he hung me from the back with a...
Taste
Preachers, and prophets, push truth like drugs. My mind feels gross like slimy slugs. I'm confused, and used, so used, so, can't I sleep forever tonight? I'm too tired tonight, and I've fucked up again. Desire over chastity, I don't think Anne...
Funny Wasteland
The softest kiss you, the gentlest rain, a flap of comforter that flops over my shoulder twenty minutes later. The choice to be quiet, the resemblance of a shadow, and the angel blows a feather breeze across my tense skin. A tired day, a weary...
Like What?!
Wrecking the day by waking up was a good way to start. I like breaking things. Hearts, plates, fantasies, desires, childhoods. Well, not really. But, maybe. I've had some of mine broken. You know, it's happened, sure. But, this is the...
Life is Heavy
I don't know who I am anymore said the sweaty bird who could not fly straight for three days straight and went home with a tummy ache. Tried to say "Thy will, not mine, be done" but started to see public embarrassment in his inner eye, and the...