I believe I just found @Bucky on the google document while I was there. Lol.

Here we are, another retaliation by his edginess against the furry. How exciting.

Can we expect a new update soon?

I just love these.

I'd be delighted to assist you in your writing if needed. I love dragons!  ^~^ 

"A sand man with a diaper on his head"

Please tell me it was a shitty diaper. I want details, like bloody shit stains covered his head, and he bellowed a war cry so fierce that it made the filthy diaper on his head tremble and shake, sending loose pieces of ass food across the room. He peered at her with his left eye, as his right was stuck shut by the glue that glittered in the sunlight from his dad's dick hole.

You know, good stuff like that 

All hail the Irish prick.

Excellent. I enjoyed the stories very much.

It is a delightful feeling, Master.

Edit Lock :(

I'm not that great of a writer, but here. Laugh if you wish. Word Count: 300

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It's all a game of chance.

The thought echoed in my brain as I watched her giggling with her friends, sneaking looks at me while they strolled around the carnival. I leaned against one of the booths, biting my lip in frustration. What was so hard about talking to a girl? 

"Hey, are you going to play or what?" The voice came from the booth, and I turned my head. Immediately, I felt trapped in the gaze of an old man, his pupils the darkest shade of black. 

"Only a dollar to play, and the prize is big!" He pointed to a large teddy bear, roughly the size of a decade-old child. I replied with a curt "No" and returned my attention back to the girl.

"Ah, I see. It's the brown-haired one you're after, correct?"

"How...?"

"Have no fear, your secret is safe with me. Don't be afraid of love. Go on now."

Forcing down the nervous feeling in my chest, I started walking slowly toward the group of girls. Before I could even take three steps, a boy somewhere around my age walked up to the girl and put his arm around her shoulders. He said something and they all laughed, following him to the ferris wheel. They sat in pairs, with the girl and the boy together in a cart. I find myself staring as it revolved, and made a small choking sound as their two shadowy forms became one. Somehow, I had not realized that their eyes had not seen past him to me. 

I took a sharp left toward the carnival exit, my hands curled into fists and shaking, hidden deep in the pockets of my trench coat.

"Don't think too much on it, boy! It's all a game of chance!"

I didn't look back.