Catching Cinders Ch. 11: Would You Love Me If I Was a Worm?
catching cinders ch. 11: would you love me if i was a worm? no signs! no signs! no signs!
Catching Cinders Ch. 10: Spectacular Launch
catching cinders ch. 10: spectacular launch this is a reminder to tip your favorite erotic artist, writer, or sex worker.
Catching Cinders Ch. 09: Biting the Bullet
catching cinders ch. 09: biting the bullet dawn of second trimester: 27 weeks remain * * * **…week fourteen…** tyson anxiously checked the living room clock, his anxiety unalleviated by the spicy aroma drifting from the kitchen.
Catching Cinders Ch. 01: Settling In
“Ungh, wait, that's gonna be too tight!” “Stop whining, Kiddo. It'll fit just fine!” “Yeah, it just needs a push! We'll do the grunt work- all ya gotta do is guide it in!” “al_-_ **huff** _-_alright, dad. on three?” **“** _ **one… two…** _ _ **-**...
Catching Cinders Ch. 15: Derecho
catching cinders ch. 15: derecho honey, you've got a big storm coming!
Catching Cinders Paralogue 15.5: Sword of Damocles
… **Week Thirty-One…** _...Monday: Elan..._ "Mister Ardor, are you still with us?" Elan startled, mortified. _That was supposed to be a blink._ The lecture hall echoed as stragglers shuffled out the back doors. For all intents and purposes, he and...
Catching Cinders Ch. 14: Smooth Sailing
catching cinders ch. 14: smooth sailing dawn of final trimester: 13 weeks remain also, if i'm reusing bits: this is a reminder to tip your favorite erotic artist, writer, or sex worker.
Catching Cinders Ch. 13: Cognitive Dissonance
catching cinders ch. 13: cognitive dissonance the wife guy [tm] particles are off the charts!
Catching Cinders Ch. 12: Warmer in the Winter
catching cinders ch. 12: warmer in the winter y'know if i was smarter about planning weekly uploads i could've posted this on actual christmas. i'm a writer i have never claimed i could count good.
Catching Cinders Ch. 03: Knowing the Odds
* * * **…Week Five…** Elan glanced at the clock. seven-the-fuck-o’clock. Over five fuckin' hours since he’d been whisked into the hospital and forced to changed into this scratchy gown. The garment was miserably thin and the room he was in so drafty...
Catching Cinders Ch. 06: American Healthcare is a Farce
* * * **…Week Eleven…** “Calig Stallone.” A croaky voice called into a waiting room that stank of sterile latex. Elan and Calig glanced at each other before vacating their slightly-too-small chairs. They were met by a wrinkly Sharpedo at the...
Catching Cinders Ch. 02: Worst Case Scenario
* * * **…Week Five…** Elan had his paws curled underneath his yellow miniskirt as he scrolled through his assigned reading. It was for his costuming class next Monday. He’d learn to love clothes and sewing back in high school but this textbook was...