Snip-Snip ;D
I'm really bored at the moment so here I am, rambling on some more :]
TWIH is coming to an end (thank God) and I have no idea what I'm going to do after that. I've got so many ideas flying through my head...a lot are chaptered, a lot standalones.
So I'm going to share a few little tidbits with you. I'm not going to tell you about the story though ;D
Cuz, truth be told, we know my track record with showing you guys something, promising it to you, and you never see it... D:
So here. Have some tid-bits.
The rats disbanded when Brendon walked near them, their claws scraping at the cement as they headed for the nearest safety spot. Brendon gave a breathless, exhausted laugh. He was just like the rats; trying to get what he needed then running away as soon as anyone else approached. Part of the reason Brendon ran away was driven by fear, but most of it was from determination.
Brendon pulled his hood up and carefully looked around before leaving the shadow sanctuary that saved him, staying away from the street lights when he could. His heart still beat quickly, thumping in what seemed like his throat. Still, felt like he was going to throw up, but Brendon ignored each urge and throb while he moved leisurely back towards the streets. The more he blended in, the less suspicious people got.
Hunger clawed at Gabe’s stomach but he brushed the tingling feeling aside like he does so many other times because he knows it’s unlikely that he’ll be eating anything any time soon. He managed to get enough each week to prevent from collapsing, but it still wasn’t enough to keep his stomach from crying out and begging for something other than spit and often cum to mix the bile with. Eating wasn’t always an option though.
Gabe had an eating disorder, but it wasn’t exactly by choice. His wasn’t one that you would find in a book or rehab pamphlet or even on the web with all the other eating problems. The kind that Gabe had was the kind that so many across the globe had, but no one ever really spoke about or even put much effort into helping cure. So Gabe learned to live on the little he had and not to think about the rest.
Ok...so...I thought I had more than this...apparently not...hmm....
Well anyway. I'm going to post what I had of Untouchables for y'all to look at, if you want. I went through fucking hell to get it off my murdered thumbdrive. I'm not sure when I'll finish it but...
xoxo Tabi
TWIH is coming to an end (thank God) and I have no idea what I'm going to do after that. I've got so many ideas flying through my head...a lot are chaptered, a lot standalones.
So I'm going to share a few little tidbits with you. I'm not going to tell you about the story though ;D
Cuz, truth be told, we know my track record with showing you guys something, promising it to you, and you never see it... D:
So here. Have some tid-bits.
The rats disbanded when Brendon walked near them, their claws scraping at the cement as they headed for the nearest safety spot. Brendon gave a breathless, exhausted laugh. He was just like the rats; trying to get what he needed then running away as soon as anyone else approached. Part of the reason Brendon ran away was driven by fear, but most of it was from determination.
Brendon pulled his hood up and carefully looked around before leaving the shadow sanctuary that saved him, staying away from the street lights when he could. His heart still beat quickly, thumping in what seemed like his throat. Still, felt like he was going to throw up, but Brendon ignored each urge and throb while he moved leisurely back towards the streets. The more he blended in, the less suspicious people got.
Hunger clawed at Gabe’s stomach but he brushed the tingling feeling aside like he does so many other times because he knows it’s unlikely that he’ll be eating anything any time soon. He managed to get enough each week to prevent from collapsing, but it still wasn’t enough to keep his stomach from crying out and begging for something other than spit and often cum to mix the bile with. Eating wasn’t always an option though.
Gabe had an eating disorder, but it wasn’t exactly by choice. His wasn’t one that you would find in a book or rehab pamphlet or even on the web with all the other eating problems. The kind that Gabe had was the kind that so many across the globe had, but no one ever really spoke about or even put much effort into helping cure. So Gabe learned to live on the little he had and not to think about the rest.
Ok...so...I thought I had more than this...apparently not...hmm....
Well anyway. I'm going to post what I had of Untouchables for y'all to look at, if you want. I went through fucking hell to get it off my murdered thumbdrive. I'm not sure when I'll finish it but...
xoxo Tabi