Prompt: "swimming in the buff". Carcer watches with ill intent.
Brandon and Phillip have an arrangement. It isn't a game; it's closer in spirit to a contract.
There are worse things than being lashed.
Gentrification is the consumption of the working class.
An operative from the future tells Wade that he has two options: kill himself before he has a chance to live 2000 years and become Cable's accomplice in dictatorship, or kill Cable. So now, Wade has thirty days to figure out a way to die. Unfortunately, most of his ideas involve convincing Cable to kill him. Fortunately, most of Cable's ideas for stopping him involve sex.
The three of them go to see the redwoods.
Some species remain colonial year round while others only gather together for winter hibernation.
There is a susurration of cloth as he makes his genuflection. He does not intend to fall on his knees, but it happens. The resignation and dignity he has sought to cultivate throughout his confinement dissolves like wet sugar in the face of that which he has held out for, despite himself, despite all that he knows about the workings of the King of England, which is everything. Or so he has thought, often, and never correctly.
Toby always forgot how good the quiet moments could be.