Something about the inlet of water just down from my house. They call it our inland beach. In summer, it is a popular spot to have a quick dip. Come winter, no-one comes down. Mind you, it is winter and winter brings a cold change. Locals have said, for decades, something strange happens in winter. I have only lived in this house for six months so I don’t know if this strange occurrence is true, but according to locals close to the inlet, we’re in for a rude awakening.

July 15th

Blondie made her way to the outdoor area of work. She had her water bottle, a sandwich, and her phone. She straddled the barbecue table seating and dug into her sandwich. It wasn’t her sandwich, but she figured, coz it was sitting on the kitchen bench this morning, she would take it. She unlocked her phone and looked at the missed calls and texts from her mother. Maybe about the stolen sandwich.

Disclaimer: contains gay smut

Disclaimer: Contains gay smut

Jesse's heartbeat was racing so much, he could feel himself trembling. The thought of playing out this smutty shit again got his adrenaline pumping. None of his fuck buddies wanted to role-play. The thought of Jesse calling one of his fuck buddies “daddy,” was a turn off. 

*Disclaimer: Story involves gay smut.*

*Disclaimer: Story involves gay smut.*

*Disclaimer: Story involves gay smut.* 

She was awake. Finally.

Everett had sent me the location of his hotel room. Gunshots got closer as I entered the door. 

A new bar had just opened up in town. Everyone was talking about it. It was in an old bar, that everyone used to go too, back in the day. It had a smoko area in the front, with railings and a cage-like frontier for the upper half, often labelled as, "the Zoo," because they thought most of the smokers acted like zoo animals.