The Mysterious Message - Lucario TF/Muscle Growth
It was untitled, and to my surprise, i saw that the sender's username was blank. wondering if the site was glitching, i opened the message. "wonder what this is..." i said as i continued rubbing, waiting as it loaded.
Untitled Rough Draft, Part 9
#9 of untitled kolya mason story whew. almost done. going to try to wrap this up with one more scene.
Untitled Rough Draft, Part 3
#3 of untitled kolya mason story just one more scene done, but i'm trying to write at least 1,000 words/day, if not whole scenes per day, and thought i'd go ahead and post what i've gotten done.
A New Home
#3 of (untitled story) aaaaaaaaand here's number 3! this is all i have written so far.
After the Storm - Part 14 [Insert title here]
Note: i really can't think of a title right now... in fact, i'm wondering whether i should keep providing titles for each chapter or if i should just leave them untitled... any opinions out there?
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I wake up,startled by the blaring of my alarm clock. As I slam the snooze button I lay awake,staring at the ceiling as my mind worries about today. I let out a deep sigh. Today is first day of school. "Do I even have any real friends?" I ask to...
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Borne above the ancient surf Which washes all the words away And cleans the shore of many thoughts 'Til only strongest clung remain, The statue sits alone in bronze- -cast, facing into the pressing gale. A wave of crash and slosh and...
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Slimy, warm, and pure escatsy. These were the only sensations Don could feel. There he layed with his ass in the air. As his brain drifted into a realm of pure escatsy he recalled how he ended up in this position. It was November, and the sweet...
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Slimy, warm, and pure escatsy. These were the only sensations Don could feel. There he layed with his ass in the air. As his brain drifted into a realm of pure escatsy he recalled how he ended up in this position. It was November, and the sweet...
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Seated on a bench, tail lying motionless My domain never makes me feel whole. Pockets chock-full with paper and lead A pencil and pad as my ammunition Voicing my views and moods day in and out The world wants to change with control and...
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Starting is never easy. At least that is what I (the author) thinks. If the truth is what I am thinking or if it is a matter of perception is not up to me to decide. But it's up to you. It's also up to you if this story is popular or not, or if the...
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I feel so out of the loop. All I ever wanted was to be a part of someone, to yiff with someone, to love with someone, to be healed by someone, because that was my dream, that was someone's dream, I believed. I spent my entire life in pursuit, placing...