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...
Interview #2 Vulpis
It starts deep within my groin, like some kind of twitch or tingle. A deep buzz resonates outward from there and that tingle travels up my spine with a slow twitch of every muscle along the way. I've imagined it was some gland buried deep within me...
Interview #1: Lupus
It starts in my throat. There's a desire deep in me that wants to just start howling and when it comes over me, I just can't hold it back. The feeling of power that comes with it just makes me feel so pumped. Like there's something leaping out through...
Nothing Can Come Of Nothing
**Verona, Colorado: Prologue** **Nothing Can Come of Nothing** Jeff didn't want to be here. It wasn't his idea to move to some tiny, backwater logging town to 'get away' from the city. It certainly wasn't his desire to get crammed into a tiny high...
In Fair Verona Where We Lay Our Scene
Nothing in the world speaks to the desperate nature of escape quite like a bus station. This one was everything one could expect for a middle-sized, forgettable town. Cramped and tiny, it held maybe a handful of people at once. Even from the outside,...
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...