The Sea of Beige
I hope you enjoy -van rorie post script - this poem is about highschool beige and seas of the damn shit; and in the beige lie wallowing, and do so toil the souls of by not their choice reside.
Chapter 9: More than a Feline
"Well... shit." My words hovered in the stale air of the hotel room. Initially I considered it a blessing in disguise; with John out for the count for the night, Shaede would still be able to get out of the Désirée costume and enjoy hers....
Fuckin' Eels man....
Okay, been sitting on this for several days, and I need to get it out. Didn't want to say anything earlier in case it spoiled which pokemon Thomas would have an encounter with in this chapter (44). Eels. Of all the creatures in this world, I was not...
Chapter 6: Completing Dizzy
Shaede and I held our breaths as the door to the hotel room opened, heralding the enthusiastic growling of Overwulf and seductive purring of Désirée. We listened from inside the inflatable Dizzy costume as the other two barely managed to close the door...
The Mystery of Covington Estate
The rumours surrounding the Estate I stood before were as fanciful as they were numerous. From what I could discern, the truth was that its last owner - Neville Covington the Third - was an eccentric millionaire born into his fortune thanks to his oil...
Ideas in Lieu of an actual story #2
beige/green camo in colour. foxtrot is a russian foxtrot b-427 submersible. she is no nonsense but super protective. does not initially take humanoid form, given the space required to do so.
Désirée; The Agreement
With the black duffel slung over my shoulder, I strode up to Clara's door. It had been only a few days since I was last here, and while I had received texts from her since, they felt a little off. The message last night was particularly curious. 'Lunch...
Psychosomatic Oestrogenesis
"Sorry, could you repeat that?" I said, squinting in concentration as I tried to catch the jumble of syllables the doctor had spouted at me. "Psychosomatic Oestrogenesis." She said it slower, and while now at least the sounds made some...
The Gloss Galactic (Bad End)
Janet knew she should be crying. Or panicking. Or really, anything other than just staring silently at the scene unfolding before her. But she couldn't. The most she could manage was a single tear; a bead of salty water that was blinked away to splash...
The Gloss Galactic
Janet knew she should be crying. Or panicking. Or really, anything other than just staring silently at the scene unfolding before her. But she couldn't. The most she could manage was a single tear; a bead of salty water that was blinked away to splash...
Chapter 7: A Cunning Plan
Leaving the stunned Clara in the living area of the hotel room, I made a bee-line for the bathroom. I quickly removed the suit and silicone member to inspect the metaphorical damage. The suit overall had a bit of a funk to it, but a decent spray of...
Chapter 1: The Chase
Jacob yawned, his eyes squinting through the depths of it to remain focused on the game. That was the problem living in the time zone he did; all the competent players were online when it was near 3am. The grey lop-eared bunny rolled his shoulders back...