The smell of carpet cleaner meets Johnathan's nose as he steps out of his makeshift bedroom, gripping his iPhone as he types out a text message with his thumb. His words come out jumbled as the warm digit makes contact with multiple letters on the smartphone keyboard. His father was a sporadic clean freak and yesterday his mission was to clean the upstairs carpet...at least the hallway carpet. Johnathan's feet lightly thud on the soft, fibrous, tan flooring as he makes his way to the top of the stairs. The steps creak slightly, but not enough to wake his brother Roland nor to disrupt his father who was likely getting himself into a fight with the coffee maker. The lack of a coffee smell in the air suggested that his father had found himself distracted in some manner.
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Just Wanted to Climb a Mountain - Ch. 1: Triggered
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Anthony's new job
Anthony was nervous for his first big match. You see, Anthony had been training for years to make it to the professional wrestling circuit. He had spent many hours in the gym and kept to a strict diet. The hard work showed, he was ripped. His muscular body was the envy of all and he was ready to show the world what he could do. Waiting for his name, he stared at the door silently. His heartbeat fluttering like mad in anticipation. Soon the announcer said his name, taking a deep breath he knocked open the doors. His appearance caused the crowd to go wild, people were screaming his name as he sauntered down the aisle. His toned body on display for the world to see. Keeping with theatrics, he taunted the crowd as he moved down the aisle and into the ring. The taunts only made the crowd even more rowdy, they were shouting obscenities and began to boo. Anthony held back a smile, he was playing his role perfectly. After a bit of time in the ring messing with the crowd, Anthony moved to the corner and waited for his opponent.: Brian
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JUDE
I couldn't help submitting my Godhood, not when Jude was alive! The most perfect being in existence. The 19 year old was walking perfection that even I, the 14th perfect incarnation of GOD grew lustful for. A GOD with trillions universe in his balls wasting endless amounts of them over Jude. Even GOD felt weak to this mortal. But that was about to change. I desired him too much. He is worth all in my eyes, enough to end all. I decide to give my power to Jude. I had a plan. Getting into his house was easy and once in there I drained myself of all power to turn myself into a tempting sandwich on his table.
Meanwhile he was loitering about with friends, showing off his fresh white air max, his skinny jeans showing off his bulge and wearing the latest styles and clothes. He was followed by a group of girls all desperate to make him notice them, deep down all wanted to have him fuck them. After a day was done of chatting up girls and giving the police the middle finger he headed home. On arriving home he found the sandwich and raise an eyebrow. "What da fuck?" He picked it up and took a bite out of me. I feel his teeth tearing me apart and chewing a piece of me up and consuming me. Then again and again. I felt myself slipping away. Being devoured by him. Feeling most of me already being digested by him as he takes the last bite, consuming GOD himself and once the last piece of bread is rolled into a ball by his tongue and swallowed he suddenly felt a jolt causing him to stand up. All that power altering his body.
Meanwhile he was loitering about with friends, showing off his fresh white air max, his skinny jeans showing off his bulge and wearing the latest styles and clothes. He was followed by a group of girls all desperate to make him notice them, deep down all wanted to have him fuck them. After a day was done of chatting up girls and giving the police the middle finger he headed home. On arriving home he found the sandwich and raise an eyebrow. "What da fuck?" He picked it up and took a bite out of me. I feel his teeth tearing me apart and chewing a piece of me up and consuming me. Then again and again. I felt myself slipping away. Being devoured by him. Feeling most of me already being digested by him as he takes the last bite, consuming GOD himself and once the last piece of bread is rolled into a ball by his tongue and swallowed he suddenly felt a jolt causing him to stand up. All that power altering his body.
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Journey to giant isle part 10 black ops.
Journey to giant isle part 10 black ops.
I was suddenly falling back on my ass as several ropes clang painfully into my shoulders and pulled me down. I fell back to the forest floor, and without warning I was stuck in the neck with a syringe of sorts and promptly lost my conciseness. When I opened my eyes it was already twilight, and I was unable to move, at all. I was paralyzed. I tried to lift my head but my hair was tied to something and it was very painful. I felt straps all over my body, my naked body I should mention, and I wasn't able to see anything because I couldn't turn my head. Suddenly I heard a voice.
"Giant! My name is Lieutenant Scott Striker," the voice said. I tried to move my head under the strap, and though it was painful, I managed it. Before me were 7 soldiers. The one who spoke was a decorated marine officer, with more than 20 successful international missions under his belt, or so he said. He led a team of 7 marine core soldiers he picked himself over the years. He pointed them out as he moved along the row. Sergeant Paul Gregson, Sergeant Monty Tollhouse, corporal Jimmy Lots, corporal Fernando De La Vega, corporal Oleg Kochanski, and corporal Jake Miller. I was at a lack of words.
I was suddenly falling back on my ass as several ropes clang painfully into my shoulders and pulled me down. I fell back to the forest floor, and without warning I was stuck in the neck with a syringe of sorts and promptly lost my conciseness. When I opened my eyes it was already twilight, and I was unable to move, at all. I was paralyzed. I tried to lift my head but my hair was tied to something and it was very painful. I felt straps all over my body, my naked body I should mention, and I wasn't able to see anything because I couldn't turn my head. Suddenly I heard a voice.
"Giant! My name is Lieutenant Scott Striker," the voice said. I tried to move my head under the strap, and though it was painful, I managed it. Before me were 7 soldiers. The one who spoke was a decorated marine officer, with more than 20 successful international missions under his belt, or so he said. He led a team of 7 marine core soldiers he picked himself over the years. He pointed them out as he moved along the row. Sergeant Paul Gregson, Sergeant Monty Tollhouse, corporal Jimmy Lots, corporal Fernando De La Vega, corporal Oleg Kochanski, and corporal Jake Miller. I was at a lack of words.
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Young Daddy
Dolan was a kid in the senior class I thought about on a daily basis. He had a certain aura around him that I couldn't quite put my finger on. Whether it was his pudgy belly, his big pecs, or his ability to dress up like a dad easily. Since we were in separate grades we didn't have any classes together but I still managed to see him the halls occasionally. Oddly enough though we were still both eighteen. I talk to Dolan on a regular basis whether at lunch or after school, we never had hung out before and I was going to make sure that was to happen.
It was the end of the school day and the final bell had just rung and I realized I really had to piss. I got my stuff out of my locker and went into the men's bathroom and by sheer luck, I saw Dolan walk in a stall right as I was walking in the restroom. I started to get hard but realized it was insanely difficult to piss with an erection. I moved to the urinal and let my piss go, it felt really great to release all the piss I had been holding beck all day finally.
It was the end of the school day and the final bell had just rung and I realized I really had to piss. I got my stuff out of my locker and went into the men's bathroom and by sheer luck, I saw Dolan walk in a stall right as I was walking in the restroom. I started to get hard but realized it was insanely difficult to piss with an erection. I moved to the urinal and let my piss go, it felt really great to release all the piss I had been holding beck all day finally.
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Izzy and Tony
Izzy was growing tired of weekend parties. The same clutter of plastic cups and collegiate personalities made their appearance night after night now that finals were over. After his fourth beer, he started to think that maybe he was crabby because he had yet to find someone to hook up with.
He looked around at all the young male faces moving through the rooms of the big old house. It was like an odd game, trying to spot the tall and scruffy and long haired men that turned him on. Sideways glances to see who had the biggest cocks. He ducked under arms with cups and pushed between a doorway conversation into the kitchen. There he beheld Tony, towering above everyone.
Izzy had met Tony before, but did not recall him being eight feet tall as he was now. His head against the kitchen ceiling, the huge hippie wore ripped jeans and a rainbow Baja sweater that stopped above his belt buckle. His thick arms stretched the sweater and exposed his hairy wrists and large hands. He held a beer cup in one hand and was about to take a joint from a short guy standing next to him.
He looked around at all the young male faces moving through the rooms of the big old house. It was like an odd game, trying to spot the tall and scruffy and long haired men that turned him on. Sideways glances to see who had the biggest cocks. He ducked under arms with cups and pushed between a doorway conversation into the kitchen. There he beheld Tony, towering above everyone.
Izzy had met Tony before, but did not recall him being eight feet tall as he was now. His head against the kitchen ceiling, the huge hippie wore ripped jeans and a rainbow Baja sweater that stopped above his belt buckle. His thick arms stretched the sweater and exposed his hairy wrists and large hands. He held a beer cup in one hand and was about to take a joint from a short guy standing next to him.
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The Giant Within
A massive mirror stands in the centre of the room. A tiny man stumbles in, looking like he has been through chaos.
Tiny: It's over now. I know inside. No one must ever know...the sorry tale I have to hide. And those who died, no one...must ever know. (faces the mirror) They would only see the tragedy. They would not know of my intent. The shadow of this evil...would forever kill the good...I had meant. (walks away from the mirror) Am I...a good man? Am I...a mad man? It's such a fine line, between a good man...and a... (folds over, clutching both sides of his head as a voice starts to speak out)
A giant appears in the mirror with a sinister grin
Tiny: It's over now. I know inside. No one must ever know...the sorry tale I have to hide. And those who died, no one...must ever know. (faces the mirror) They would only see the tragedy. They would not know of my intent. The shadow of this evil...would forever kill the good...I had meant. (walks away from the mirror) Am I...a good man? Am I...a mad man? It's such a fine line, between a good man...and a... (folds over, clutching both sides of his head as a voice starts to speak out)
A giant appears in the mirror with a sinister grin
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Ricki
Fui médico en un hospital , aquella noche entre al área de rayos x, busque a ricki mi amigo el técnico de rayos pero no lo encontré, solo estaba su mochila la abrí tenía un líquido que decía elixir para bajar de peso, pinche ricki anorexico pensé, de pronto la máquina de rayos x hizo un ruido raro y una descarga visible de rayos x impacto el elixir este brillo por un momento y la curiosidad me llevo a probarlo con el dedo. De pronto todo se oscureció y desperté dentro de mis caldoncillo, salí corriendo desnudo y escuche que la puerta del baño de rayos x se abría. Era riqui, era enorme y yo tan pequeño no debía de medir ni los 10 cm
Riqui riqui grite, mi voz se escuchaba como uno de los personajes de alvin y las ardillas,
Ayúdame por favor, riqui se dirigió curioso a mi ropa y la levantó , gritó mi nombre y aunque yo gritaba , ni me noto en el cuarto, paso sobre mi, casi me aplasta, corrí hacia la pared y fue cuando de reojo vio mi pequeña figura, pensó que era una cucaracha y levantó su pie para aplastarme. Noooooooooo grite con mi voz aguda, gracias al destino se dio cuenta que no era un insecto. Se agachó a verme y dijo
Riqui riqui grite, mi voz se escuchaba como uno de los personajes de alvin y las ardillas,
Ayúdame por favor, riqui se dirigió curioso a mi ropa y la levantó , gritó mi nombre y aunque yo gritaba , ni me noto en el cuarto, paso sobre mi, casi me aplasta, corrí hacia la pared y fue cuando de reojo vio mi pequeña figura, pensó que era una cucaracha y levantó su pie para aplastarme. Noooooooooo grite con mi voz aguda, gracias al destino se dio cuenta que no era un insecto. Se agachó a verme y dijo
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Izzy and Tony Part 2
It was morning but the usual sounds of the day had been replaced with distant sirens and regular rumblings through the ground as the three hundred and fifty foot hippie dude stomped through the city center. Miles away, Izzy took in the bruised college town as he walked over mounds of wood from crushed houses and around deep foot-shaped craters that Tony had so gleefully left behind.
Izzy trudged around the wrecked neighborhood, the ground wet from broken water pipes. He was still naked and dirty from his encounter with Tony. By his old exploded rental house, he found Tony's Baja sweater and pulled it on. It smelled like weed and good times and unsurprisingly fit him like a tent, but it covered his mounting erection. He pulled some novelty marijuana-print camo shorts from a smashed dresser. He had to tuck his erection into the waistband to keep it from being too visible.
Izzy trudged around the wrecked neighborhood, the ground wet from broken water pipes. He was still naked and dirty from his encounter with Tony. By his old exploded rental house, he found Tony's Baja sweater and pulled it on. It smelled like weed and good times and unsurprisingly fit him like a tent, but it covered his mounting erection. He pulled some novelty marijuana-print camo shorts from a smashed dresser. He had to tuck his erection into the waistband to keep it from being too visible.
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Just Wanted to Climb a Mountain - Ch. 2: Miniaturized
Compressed
Suffocated
Paralyzed. An attempt to describe how Johnathan currently feels as he sits trapped amidst a blue haze that has surrounded his grey Ford Focus. Electric bright light reflects off the surfaces in the car highlighting everything in sight, except for anything outside of the vehicle. It was as if he were now surrounded by some sort of bubble made of out of sparks that had been dyed a neon blue raspberry color. He cant move and feels as if he is magnetized to his seat. What confuses him is that the brightness doesnt blind him, and the lack of a change of temperature does as well. He would expect from the scene in which he finds himself that he would feel like hes burning in hell. And gravity? Nothing. It feels as if the car is free-floating in space. Perhaps thats where he is, buried in a neutron star or some bull-shit universal object out in the middle of nowhere. Anything to keep him from his trip to the Rockies.
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Friends for Breakfast
Theo woke up with the sun in his eyes, filtering in from the blinds over his window. He stretched in his white undershirt, grunting a little as his stomach gurgled loudly. He looked over the edge of his bed to the blankets on the floor below where Damon was supposed to be sleeping. All he saw was a bunch of blankets and the pillow that still had an indention from where Damon's head rested the night before.
"Huh...must've gone to the bathroom...", Theo said under his breath as he flung his blanket off, revealing his long legs covered in gray sweats. He swung his legs over the side of his bed, and rested his right foot on Damon's pillow on accident. He sighed as he stood to his full height, completely unaware of the goings on below him....
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"Huh...must've gone to the bathroom...", Theo said under his breath as he flung his blanket off, revealing his long legs covered in gray sweats. He swung his legs over the side of his bed, and rested his right foot on Damon's pillow on accident. He sighed as he stood to his full height, completely unaware of the goings on below him....
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Chronicles of Atlantis - 001
"Fuck," I mutter to myself, coughing up seawater and feeling the harsh noonday sun against my skin. I rub my eyes and gaze up to the blue sky above - there isn't a cloud in the sky. I push myself off of the ground and sit up straight, feeling the soft sand under the palms of my hand. My eyes scan my surroundings - a quiet, calm beach, with the soft sounds of the ocean lapping up against the shores. I adjust my tattered and torn clothing before standing up to my feet and recollecting my memory. My mind feels hazy and I stumble a little as a result of my dizziness, but my mind slowly recuperates and my memories slowly return...
I am Donatello Perestrello. I explore the world and serve at the duty of his majesty, the King of Portugal, Antonio II. My head aches, and I struggle to conjure more memories about my identity and history. I rub my temples and locate some shade underneath a palm tree, sitting back down onto the soft, white sand. I fail to recall most of my past, but my mind returns to one man in particular - Miguel, my first mate. I close my eyes, lean against the trunk of the palm tree, and start to remember...
I am Donatello Perestrello. I explore the world and serve at the duty of his majesty, the King of Portugal, Antonio II. My head aches, and I struggle to conjure more memories about my identity and history. I rub my temples and locate some shade underneath a palm tree, sitting back down onto the soft, white sand. I fail to recall most of my past, but my mind returns to one man in particular - Miguel, my first mate. I close my eyes, lean against the trunk of the palm tree, and start to remember...
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The cowboy way, a bit more fun.
Mack walked down to the mailbox, his boots stirring up dust with each step, waving goodbye to his two sons, Mark and Mike, as they ended their summer vacation with their dad and left him a shrinking ray just in case he wanted to play around with it.
'Might come in handy moving those dead trees and maybe cleaning up the place, ridding it of the occasional boulder and other objects in the way.
As he check the mail, he noticed the UPS van several hundred feet away. It's hood up and a small amount of steam was coming from the opening. The driver was reaching over into the engine compartment, cussing a bit.
"Bit too hot to work on that thing ain't it?" Mack asked, wiping his forehead of sweat and putting his cowboy hat back on.
"I can't work on it. Blown a hose and I don't have the tools to replace it. I got a new hose though."
'Might come in handy moving those dead trees and maybe cleaning up the place, ridding it of the occasional boulder and other objects in the way.
As he check the mail, he noticed the UPS van several hundred feet away. It's hood up and a small amount of steam was coming from the opening. The driver was reaching over into the engine compartment, cussing a bit.
"Bit too hot to work on that thing ain't it?" Mack asked, wiping his forehead of sweat and putting his cowboy hat back on.
"I can't work on it. Blown a hose and I don't have the tools to replace it. I got a new hose though."
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Suero z-01
Una nuevo suero se había creado, él creador sin saber que hacer ya que sabía que nunca conseguiría que le dejara experimentar con humanos y menos debía dejar que los altos supieran de que había creado ese suero ya que supuestamente tenía que hacer uno para diabetes. Por suerte ya era de noche, todos se había ido a dormir a sus casa mientras que seguía ahí, en el laboratorio con un suero que podría cambiar el mundo.
Seguramente lo iban a despedir, así que no tenía de otra. Abrió un poco para luego tomar una gota ya que tuvo que esconderlo enseguida cuando un vigilante paso de la rutina.
-Oh, lo siento. No pensé que había alguien aquí-.
-No está bien, ya estaba guardando mis .- entonces lo sintió, como todo su cuerpo empezaba a hacer algo. No sabia que era pero algo iba a pasar, se sentía caliente. Sus músculos empezaron a crecer, sintiéndose caliente. -Lo siento, estoy bien-.
Seguramente lo iban a despedir, así que no tenía de otra. Abrió un poco para luego tomar una gota ya que tuvo que esconderlo enseguida cuando un vigilante paso de la rutina.
-Oh, lo siento. No pensé que había alguien aquí-.
-No está bien, ya estaba guardando mis .- entonces lo sintió, como todo su cuerpo empezaba a hacer algo. No sabia que era pero algo iba a pasar, se sentía caliente. Sus músculos empezaron a crecer, sintiéndose caliente. -Lo siento, estoy bien-.
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Devils Son
A few years ago a young woman called Emily was in vacation with some of her friends. In a nightclub she met a mysterious guy. The guy was really interesting and besides this he was tall, gently, funny and good looking. Emily was in this evening completely hypnotized by him. The party was about to be over and he brought her home and they both had a beautiful night together.
In the morning when she woke up, she noticed that the mysterious guy was gone and he had nothing left of him. That was what Emily was thinking but 2 months later she noticed that she was pregnant by him...
23 years later the child was already a grown man called Arthur. Arthur was an average guy, brown short hair, brown eyes, 58 tall and normal body type.
In the morning when she woke up, she noticed that the mysterious guy was gone and he had nothing left of him. That was what Emily was thinking but 2 months later she noticed that she was pregnant by him...
23 years later the child was already a grown man called Arthur. Arthur was an average guy, brown short hair, brown eyes, 58 tall and normal body type.
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Journey to Giant Isle - part 11 - The betrayal
Journey to giant isle part 11 The betrayal
The king held Striker in front of his gorgeous face. The soldier was frightened, so much so that he peed himself and a small stream fell from the sky. The king was solemn.
"Tell us how you got here." He said coldly. We all listened carefully, while Gael and I exchanged looks.
"I was sent here by the untied forces, to retrieve 4 men who were lost a week ago a couple of miles from this island. My men and I were sent here in search of them. And we ended up here, on the island." He said.
"But how did you find the island?" Lars exclaimed from below.
Striker stuttered, a little. "We, had information that 3 American and one Brazilian citizens were out in this general area, and in need of assistance." He said carefully. Shit.
The king held Striker in front of his gorgeous face. The soldier was frightened, so much so that he peed himself and a small stream fell from the sky. The king was solemn.
"Tell us how you got here." He said coldly. We all listened carefully, while Gael and I exchanged looks.
"I was sent here by the untied forces, to retrieve 4 men who were lost a week ago a couple of miles from this island. My men and I were sent here in search of them. And we ended up here, on the island." He said.
"But how did you find the island?" Lars exclaimed from below.
Striker stuttered, a little. "We, had information that 3 American and one Brazilian citizens were out in this general area, and in need of assistance." He said carefully. Shit.
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When The Giants Come To Town
The ground shook violently with cracks invading the roads. The constant ominous rumble put a normal thunder storm to shame. The city stood still in awe as evil laughs echoed through the streets. What was happening? Is life about to end?
Two massive muscle hunks came casually strolling into view. Giants, yes giants, were walking amongst humans.
People screamed and fled in terror at the sight of this gargantuan figures looking mercilessly down on their prey.
Adam, a 24 year old hunk who stood tall admiring the 'playground.' His bugling arms and powerful legs dwarfed the buildings, with the largest structure only levelling his stomach. Adam wore jeans, a dog chain and his favourite DC shoes.
Two massive muscle hunks came casually strolling into view. Giants, yes giants, were walking amongst humans.
People screamed and fled in terror at the sight of this gargantuan figures looking mercilessly down on their prey.
Adam, a 24 year old hunk who stood tall admiring the 'playground.' His bugling arms and powerful legs dwarfed the buildings, with the largest structure only levelling his stomach. Adam wore jeans, a dog chain and his favourite DC shoes.
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Mom's New Boyfriend
Jason Green was a shy 18 year-old senior. His dad shrunk from a hereditary virus and was killed eight years and his mom hit the alcohol hard. She was always bringing home random guys from bars but none of them stuck around for more than one night. Some of them Jason liked. Others he didn't.
Six months after Jason turned eighteen his mom started seeing a guy regularly. She brought him to Jason's birthday party as she thought they just meet. Jason's mom introduced the guy as James. Jason didn't like the look of James as he looked like an ex-inmate.
James was 6 foot 4 and very masculine. He had short black hair which had spikes held up by gel on top and a thin line of stubble covered his jaw line. Everywhere he went, girls would stop and stare. James showed up in a black t-shirt, blue jeans with a few rips and size 14 biker boots.
Six months after Jason turned eighteen his mom started seeing a guy regularly. She brought him to Jason's birthday party as she thought they just meet. Jason's mom introduced the guy as James. Jason didn't like the look of James as he looked like an ex-inmate.
James was 6 foot 4 and very masculine. He had short black hair which had spikes held up by gel on top and a thin line of stubble covered his jaw line. Everywhere he went, girls would stop and stare. James showed up in a black t-shirt, blue jeans with a few rips and size 14 biker boots.
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Some friends go camping
Quick note this was a request so pretty focused on urine and nothing else. If that ain't your thing the don't read it.
Caleb, Nate, Evan, Jake, and Daniel were friends in college and decided to go on a weekend camping trip. The five of them packed and loaded into the car. Jake began blasting the road-trip playlist and soon the guys were telling stories of events that happened throughout the year. On the way out of town, they made a quick stop to pick up plenty of beer for the trip. With everything packed and bought they headed for the mountain.
Arriving at the campsite the guys began unloading their materials. Caleb worked on getting a fire started. Nate and Evan began setting up the tents; Jake and Daniel began to unpack the food. By the time they were finished setting up the campsite it began to get dark. Pulling out some chairs the guys sat around the fire drinking. Being out in the open and drinking with friends put them all at ease. As the night went on they became more boisterous from the alcohol. Telling raunchy jokes, bragging about random things, and arguing over various incidents in sports. Soon however they booze took over and each went back to the tent to pass out.
Caleb, Nate, Evan, Jake, and Daniel were friends in college and decided to go on a weekend camping trip. The five of them packed and loaded into the car. Jake began blasting the road-trip playlist and soon the guys were telling stories of events that happened throughout the year. On the way out of town, they made a quick stop to pick up plenty of beer for the trip. With everything packed and bought they headed for the mountain.
Arriving at the campsite the guys began unloading their materials. Caleb worked on getting a fire started. Nate and Evan began setting up the tents; Jake and Daniel began to unpack the food. By the time they were finished setting up the campsite it began to get dark. Pulling out some chairs the guys sat around the fire drinking. Being out in the open and drinking with friends put them all at ease. As the night went on they became more boisterous from the alcohol. Telling raunchy jokes, bragging about random things, and arguing over various incidents in sports. Soon however they booze took over and each went back to the tent to pass out.
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Where No One Ever Looks -- Chapter 4
Jason had lost sense of the passage of time. Each step Chris took caused their prison to shift and sway, and though they were sealed in complete darkness, he could just make out the craggy leather surface that his face was pressed against. None of them spoke, as there was little to say; their journey was only permeated with the occasional grunt or sob. Eventually, the rhythmic movements of Chrisâs legs stopped, and there was a muffled sound of creaking metal. Their world shifted again, much more drastically, as the penny turned sideways, dragging the three men with it. Vince let out a small whine, but said nothing. There was another sound, like a distant, thunderous boom, and then a much louder sound that was more akin to a constant rumble.
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