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Elven Wood Worker

He did not know this area very well. He used his large hip knife to cut through the under brush as he moved. This was not difficult seeing as he had a pretty good build even for a 18 year old. He wiped the sweat from his deep green eyes and brushed back his medium length black hair.
3.3

Static Boy

The lights in his dormitory room were off, the only light coming from the blue glow from the TV. He rarely got time to himself these days, and he valued that time highly. He got up and began to rummage under his bed for the tape he wanted. He pulled out the small shoe-box in which he kept his special tapes, the ones he didn't watch with his friends.
3.6

The Decrepit Mansion Before Me

It towered above me, the pale azure moonlight spilling a soft smoldering glow onto the grass I was standing on. Something eerie about this gradually decaying house had me spellbound, pulled me into its inner sanctum. The wind howled around my head, reminiscent of fall and shadows crept towards me, daring me to move too soon. I must admit, I was scared.
3.5

Wrapped Up In Magazine Fantasies

I couldn't believe the mess my roommate Michael was making of our place. Even though we had just finished showering and hadn't dressed, I had to complain to my handsome Michael. He had me there. I did like them. Michael had a thing for legs, and the magazines were all about them, legs and cocks. Guys that had extra legs and cocks. The biggest one was four-legged guy magazine.
3.7

Hallowwen Story - The Kid With The 70 Year Boner

I did not want to go, but when my dad got transferred, I had no choice. So we spent two days in the car and finally we got to the new place. I didn't like it. It looked creepy. The house has two stories and our old house only has one story so there's a staircase that squeaks every step you make on it and sounds weird.
3.3

Red Eternity

I don't like airports much at all, and the big ones are the worst. What I really hate, is having to trot around forever to get anywhere at all, like at Heathrow. No, small airports for me. Yet here I am, thinking little of airports and all the more of my destination.
3.4

The Gift

Although the streets were unfamiliar, the scents were recognisable and somewhere amongst them would be that which sought him out, needed him - as he needed it. The lights from the flashing neon advertisements lit up the dark blocks of buildings with intermittent washes of red and yellow and white. A brief spatter of sooty raindrops fell from the clouds scudding across the sky.
3.5

Hundred Years of Sucking Cock

He was a small boy, not like I was, at that time I was over weight and because of that the other kids seemed to ignore me. But Geoff and I became inseparable. Geoff was different, he didn't seem to see my fat. Geoff just saw me as a friend. We would have sleep overs at least three times a week. The nights we didn't sleep at my house we slept at Geoff's.
3.8

Graveyard Sex During Halloween

It was dark and calm, the moon hung on the night-sky like a milky benevolent globe. It was the cemetery that was spooky. I asked him what we were doing here. My friend Marc smiled. His teeth shone, eerie in the moonlight.
3.6

Song For A Suicide

I knew how I was going to do it, too. One of the abandoned railway bridges over the river. I would listen to some music and then do it, but I would have never thought the story would unfold the way it did.
3.7

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