Naked Volunteer

What do ya know, a new story!

I walked the dusty streets over to the edge of town where the gallows stood. Mr. Hartness stood leaning against a rail near the scaffold, looking through a magazine or something. The burly, older man looked up as I approached.

“ 'Afternoon,” he said.

“You doing hangin's today?” I asked, trying to look calm.

“Yep. Sheriff ain't booked me yet. Ya got someone who needs hangin'?”

I paused a second, then said “Yer lookin' at him.”

Short update to say I'm not hanging somewhere

The Breath Control Network has been down for a couple of days, at least, as of this writing. In fact, the entire host it resides on, grou.ps, is down. As disappointing as the network has been lately in general, it doesn't get much more disappointing than not being up at all.

I should update my list of links in this blog. Sites come and go, especially on Tumblr.

As usual, I have one or two stories in my head trying to find their way into words on the computer. Sorry to say, they are not trying very hard.

I'll link to a very horny story by cbrdrew, which I discovered last week. It has a lot to like:
- Hallow's Eve Gallows, part 1
- Hallow's Eve Gallows, part 2