New Poll: Lighter or Darker Stories?

So, I have put up a new poll. This one is just me wondering what sort of vibe you like to get from these stories. The options are

I like darker stories! Grimy, nasty, ugly and heavy!

I like lighter stories! Friendly, sweet, pretty and casual!

I'm color blind! (Light, Dark, it don't matter)

Other (Please Specify)



This is just done to get a gauge of what you guys like. There will be a mix of dark and light, and the responses will not change the direction of anything, but I do enjoy having knowledge. And you guys can give me some knowledge, by voting on this poll! The poll will be up until late March, so please leave a response before then!

Enjoy Yourselves!

Poll Results: Camp Hardwood

So, here are the results.

Would you prefer a re-write of Camp Hardwood?

No, I like the direction it's taken! - 6 Votes (33%)

Yes, I don't like the direction it's taken. I'd love a rewrite! - 3 Votes (16%)

Whichever way, I just want more balls busted! - 7 Votes (38%)

Other (Please specify) - 2 Votes (11%)

Total Votes - 18

TL:DR: Thank you for voting. I will be rewriting Camp Hardwood, but I have taken note of the votes.

Road Kill

Cody was outside, on this particularly decent afternoon. Cody decided it was a good time to go for a run, especially considering he pigged out the day before and ate a few too many slices of pizza. To people like you and me, there is unlikely to be such thing as too much pizza. But Cody is different. Cody tries to keep a good diet and do what he thinks is the 'right thing'. After a night in which eating pizza and yelling at pixels with friends in Sven's living room was the 'right thing', the next afternoon's 'right thing' was to run it off. 

Cody was running around the general vicinity of his neighborhood, in these tight light blue lycra running pants, and nothing else. Well, with consideration for Cody's running shoes and short white socks... outside of those, nothing. 

Cody's curly brown mop was bouncing with his defined body, sweat was falling down, on and off the toned young man as he ran down the street. Breath leaving Cody's mouth at natural intervals shown by his dancing pecs, pushed out of his panting mouth in search of a better view of the landscape it just escaped, while the surrounding air get's vacuumed inwards, almost excited to help the instinctive beauty form it's shape and continue it's trajectory forwards. As Cody breathes out once again, the cycle continues for as long as the strong frame can keep it going. Slender body, defined with curves and texture comparable to that of a native scene where one loses themselves in witness of organic beauty, uncontaminated by all that is forced and septic.