My name is Craig Tucker. I'm wide away staring at my ceiling. A faggot-pussy is sleeping next to me. Before your imagination starts working, no we weren't doing anything faggy. He simply had to sleep over because his parents wanted to go to Vegas. His sister lives in Denver and couldn't come babysit the pussy because she's having a baby shower. Fucking whore.
I close my eyes and groan as sleep refuses to overcome me. Where's the fucking sandman when you need him? Obviously not fucking here. It used to never bother me when people used to sleep in the same bed as me. I don't know why it would be different with Marsh. At least he's not McCormic
My name is Craig Tucker. I'm wide away staring at my ceiling. A faggot-pussy is sleeping next to me. Before your imagination starts working, no we weren't doing anything faggy. He simply had to sleep over because his parents wanted to go to Vegas. His sister lives in Denver and couldn't come babysit the pussy because she's having a baby shower. Fucking whore.
I close my eyes and groan as sleep refuses to overcome me. Where's the fucking sandman when you need him? Obviously not fucking here. It used to never bother me when people used to sleep in the same bed as me. I don't know why it would be different with Marsh. At least he's not McCormic
Love Letters: Dear Kenny by clyde-o-scope, literature
Literature
Love Letters: Dear Kenny
Dear Kenny,
Uh, well, I was actually writing it to you...yeah. Pretty faggy. Anyways, I guess you could say...I have a thing for you too... I was pretty much expecting you to write to some chick or Fatass. I was pretty surprised to see you wrote to me instead.
Shit, I'm pretty bad at being "heart-warming" too. Not really my forte. And Kenny. Really. Get over yourself. You don't have a big cock, okay? Okay.
And I'm sure you're going to ask me if I want to see it, and my reply is no.
Anyways, yeah...I'd like to go to Shakey's with you : ).
Love,
Kyle.
Love Letters: Grass Rings by clyde-o-scope, literature
Literature
Love Letters: Grass Rings
"Kenny this is so gay..."
"No it's not Kyle."
The redhead scoffed. His cheeks a ruby red. He was in a makeshift wedding dress made out of toilet paper and pinned together with safety pins. They had to use a whole roll of toilet paper. It was just enough to cover Kyle's eight year old body. Of course he still had clothing underneath.
Kenny on the other hand was wearing the familiar blue suit he always did. He had got it not too long ago for church. It was one of the small luxuries his family could afford when his parents saved their money.
"Kenny you better not tell anyone about this. Now I know why I don't hang out with you as much..."
"
The name is Clyde. As you know by now I reside in Canada. I live my daily life as a cosplayer, roleplayer, and writer. I hope to increase my writing skills through fanfiction. I kind of want to expand from Romance into Horror and maybe Mystery. I have a lot of fandoms. Just ask and I'll tell you.