coyotekid

She comes out swinging.

I sit straight up on the couch, pull one of the couch cushions over my crotch because I know what's coming next: her damned puppy is gonna jump on me and squash the boys to jelly. I'm tired of waking up every morning to a forty-pound terrier trying her damndest to ensure I will never have children. Sure enough, the puppy...
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Welcome to my so-called...uh...room? Whatever.

My room isn't actually a room. It's a townhouse. I've a huge kitchen with track lighting, a spacious living room for my myriad game consoles (I'm a collector), and a tiny second-floor office overlooking the city street. On rainy nights I can look out at the window when I break from my stories and watch the mist, tinted orange from...
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Looking to make friends and influence people. I would love to meet other creative types.