funkyarmadillo
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Okay, okay...I am going to freak right out.
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Post by funkyarmadillo on Jul 22, 2005 1:18:17 GMT -5
Alright...I thought it would be cool if we started a round robin here...Somebody will write a bit of a story (as much or as little as you please) and then the next person can pick it up from there. Anything goes; foul language, sexual content, slash...anything. Go ahead and take advantage of the possible R rating. I'll go ahead and start. Sands was not scared. Sands did not get scared. Fear made him feel sick, out of control. He therefore avoided that instinct at all costs. He was merely…unsettled at the moment. He had not been expecting to wake up at all, much less here. “Where is here?” he ventured to think. Christ! Enough of that thinking s hit! It felt like all those electrical charges his one simple thought produced consolidated and shot out of his eye sockets. Sands gave a throaty chuckle at the mental image that produced, but stopped abruptly. He reached up to make sure his laugh didn’t rip his parched throat out. What he wouldn’t give for a tequila and lime; maybe a steaming plate of spicy pork, anything but the bile that was quickly rising in the back of his throat. He threw himself onto his right side, just in time to vomit over the side of the bed. S hit. Sands didn’t remember passing out in a bed. That unsettling feeling came bashing into him again. He reached down to his holster, hoping his gun was still there. F uck. F uckity f uck f uck f uck. Hope could suck his d ick.
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