Johnathon, part 2
There I was, on my hands and knees, diapered rear end pointed at the mirror (an obviously wet diaper I might add) waiting for Michelle to come in. I had just made the decision that I liked diapers (thank you, Mr. Narrator) and I was waiting to tell...
Johnathon, part 1
"Johnathon? Can you come here for a second?" my mom yelled up the stairs. I was in the middle of a game of SimCity on the computer, so I paused it and came down. "Yeah, Mom?" I asked as I descended the staircase. "We have something to talk about...
Bear Before Blini
Even in plot-driven works from my juvenilia, the plot is driven by the natures of the characters; if those particular characters hadn't been involved in the action, the plot would not have gone the way that it did.