I have fleeting recollections of childhood, largely made up of stockings, pant legs, shoes and rugs. Really their smells; the smell of polyester and leg skin; the smell of leather; the smell of adult. The smell of blood. Not that I had anything to do with that.
05/18/2005Will Disney: No one can deny that this one is very short!
05/18/2005Turgid: Hey narrator, get off the ground already.
05/18/2005Mr. Pony: I'm really more intrigued by the smell of adult.
05/18/2005TheBuyer (4): pretty.
05/18/2005qualcomm: solidish. title error.
05/18/2005qualcomm (3):
05/18/2005The Rid (3): Eh. Not bad. Could actually use a little more!
05/18/2005anonymous: I've been away, not that you need to know where. I've changed the title, which was a placeholder.
05/18/2005Mr. Pony: Welcome back, author!
05/18/2005Jon Matza: Pony--you've been had! The author HASN'T been away. Nor is he back. He didn't write this, either. Also, the title was never a placeholder. This short has no real title; only a false one.
05/18/2005Mr. Pony: :'(
06/29/2005Mr. Joshua (5): I like this Whitaker guy.