A Spare in the Trunk: Part VII
Jack held the kiss a moment longer. Melodramatic visions of a noble knight sacrificing everything for love fogged his mind. And his princess had a pair of horns and light green scales. His fingers traced the patterns on her neck and shoulders. Lys...
A Spare in the Trunk: Part IX
"Hey, are you ready?" Lys spun around, startled. Jack stood behind her, offering his hand. The fresh, clean AC/DC shirt and jeans made him look younger somehow, more vibrant. Lys gave him her claw and took a step towards him. The comforting rays of...
A Spare in the Trunk: Part XIV
The needle tapped up and down in a rhythm that Jack remembered from his childhood. He pushed the fabric through with beads of sweat trailing down his face. "Why am I the one doing this? Shouldn't you be learning how?" He looked up to see the green...