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Trying to Move on Ch. 6About a year ago, I was staying with my grandparents over part of the summer. I went to a bar one time at night; it was completely empty except for the one bartender. I was 16, clearly too young to drink, but I sat there drinking sodas all night. I was bored. I needed something to do.Trying to Move on Ch. 6
The real reason I had come to this place was because it was a notorious stop for vampyres. (Please note the Y and not the I. This is the German spelling, meaning they are not real vampyres, just humans who drink blood.) I was in the mood for helping quench someone’s thirst… and maybe receiving something in return?
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Trying to Move on Ch. 5The next time I saw Kevin, he was very busy with new experiments. Here’s what had happened:Trying to Move on Ch. 5
That morning he had gone for a walk. As we walked down the side of the road, he saw a bunch of police and ambulance lights and a crashed car. He ran up to what had happened.
A car had crashed into the guardrail right in front of this really deep ditch one the side of the road near our houses. They guy driving had been flung out of the car and landed on the guardrail, dead. It was pretty bloody according to Kevin.
He continued on his walk, but when he came back around, the police and ambulances were gone. So
Trying to Move On Ch. 3(Read Artist’s Comments first, people.)Trying to Move On Ch. 3
Terry and I continued our “game” almost every night ever since. We would go into the woods, away from our other friends, and secretly kiss. And most importantly: we exchanged blood.
At first, it started out as very minor cuts. We’d slit the skin on our legs or stick a pin in our ankles. Soon, we both became addicted to the taste of the other’s blood. And of course, Terry continued to masturbate during our “game.” I never did. I was still young. To be honest, I thought it was gross. But to this day, no one’s cum tastes as good as Terry
Trying to Move On Ch. 2I guess to really explain my lifestyle as it is now you have to understand my childhood. I was always home schooled, which meant I had plenty of time to do things other than homework. Things like playing with Terry. Terry was a few years older than I was but he was my best friend. We did everything together. He was my idol; more of a brother.Trying to Move On Ch. 2
There was a whole group of kids our age in our neighborhood. We’d always ride bikes, go swimming, or just do whatever almost every night. Whenever we played games, Terry was always my partner.
One hot summer day, we all decided to go swimmin
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Homophobeaphobes Unite! Paste This in Your Signature!
Muaks!
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Muaks!
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Everyone makes mistakes, that's why they put erasers on pencils! :3
Have a crazy idea? This is where I make them happen [link]
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Turn right
Into my arms
Turn right
You won't be alone
You might
Fall off this track sometimes
Hope to see you on the finish line
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"I don't think I could have sex with a man.... Unless he looked like me. Then it'd be hot!"
-Jim Gaffigan
i am a homophobeaphobe, if you are to paste this in your signature
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Turn right
Into my arms
Turn right
You won't be alone
You might
Fall off this track sometimes
Hope to see you on the finish line
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"I don't think I could have sex with a man.... Unless he looked like me. Then it'd be hot!"
-Jim Gaffigan
i am a homophobeaphobe, if you are to paste this in your signature
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Turn right
Into my arms
Turn right
You won't be alone
You might
Fall off this track sometimes
Hope to see you on the finish line
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