A Night's Prey
"tazo..." the black dragon said. it was as good a name to use as any in this case. "so... where do you live, tazo?" tazo smiled, knowing his chance when he had it.
Tazo's Description
Not really a story, per say, but a rough description of tazo for some kind of reference. since i can't draw, you get words.
Happy Birthday, Mister Salesman
"tazo? did ... did i wake you?" the voice on the other end of the line is familiar, if a bit distant. now it's waking me up by poking at the back of my skull.
Goop 2: Eclectic Boogaloo
Issac blinked himself awake. His throat hurt, his chest hurt and most acutely, his backside felt like it was on fire. Only dimly lit with the trickles of light through the shaded blinds, he squinted and shifted for a moment on the mattress beneath him....
Goop
It had started with a single rock. Ordinary by some standards until someone took the trouble to crack it open. Inside was a perfectly fossilized egg, like no one had ever seen before. The shell with thick and calcified, almost like a chicken egg, and...
Sex, Lies and DVD Sales
It was then that i took a good look at the autograph on the movie's glossy, plastic cover: "to tazo, best lay i've had since dragon cocks iv." even in defeat, he still claimed a victory, the cheeky bastard.
Mass Marketing
I remain firmly convinced that half the products out there exist for the sole purpose of making me feel bad about some aspect of myself. It can never be a option or a whim. No, it has to be a life-altering moment of pure ecstatic perfection that comes...
Transmutations: Awakening
Eri had always been a tiny town perched on the rough edge of a shattered mountain. No one lived there completely by choice amongst the ramshackle buildings and the thick layers of dirty amber earth that clung like a second skin to everything. There...
Strip it, Strip it Good!
I'll never know quite how he convinced me to do this. My assumption is that it was two-tenths my own willingness, three-tenths his constant insistence that I'd "be good at it" and five-tenths of that twelve year old scotch he plied me with the night...
Mod Todd's Bod
The clearest way to say it is that Todd loved strange things. Strange, being a relative term, can of course cover a variety of interests. Todd, however, consistently had interests well outside of the norm. This explained why he not only had his ears...
Elements of a Dream
The dreams always began the same way; running, as if he were being chased by something. Vague memories of a forest, always misty and cold, that seemed to stretch beyond the horizon. No noise beyond the sounds of cracking branches, splintering wood and...
Why I Don't Go To Frat Parties Anymore
Here's where I state my disclaimer. I'm not a fraternity kind of individual. My education was more about money and getting a degree than actively participating in campus life. It was my choice and I certainly don't fault people for their decisions....