A True Encounter: Found Story

Hello! I told you guys I'd be posting more haha. If you haven't seen the previous Eric and Adam stories, please read them! They're really great, fresh and there will be more with them later in the year! 

 

Anyways, I was on Pixiv, a mostly eastern/Japanese website with a lot of fan art and decent busting images. And I realized I could look for stories, though they were almost entirely in Japanese. So, I decided to translate a story that I found that sounded promising off the limited translating I did for the "blurb" at the start. And as it turns out, something about this story just stuck with me and I needed to do something with it (I didn't get to read the whole story either, so I don't know how it really ends)

 

The translation was a bit... choppy, so I fixed it up as I saw fit. Changed something, leaned into others. I took some liberties with this, but this is a terrible story.

 WARNING: This is messed up. Probably the most messed up story on here. I don't think I'll be working with anything like this again, and I do no condone anything written below. PERMANENT DAMAGE AHEAD

 

Original link here (you need to make an account to view it):

 

A park at dusk. 

 

I used duct tape to secure the legs of the stray cat I had lured in with Actinidia and placed it on the ground. I watched, curiously as the cat struggled in pain on the ground. 

 

Did you know that if you burn cat's fur with a lighter, it would create a sulfur aroma? There's a lot you can learn when experimenting, and of course a lot to gain. My mouth loosened at the sound of the cat's whining, it's tinged fur  casting a familiar odor for me to inhale. These moments made me feel kind of high. The process too. Burning the materials and ingesting as much of the effects as possible. But this was more active. It was more like conducting an improvisation orchestra, in command and bringing everything to new heights. You follow the intrinsic wave of sounds, you learn how to read the sheet music. You listen to the energy around you and realize how to use the tools at your disposal. 

 

Just as I was about to stick the needle into the cat’s body I heard a sudden and loud yell. It was strong and deep, causing me to jump and look up, pulling me from my enchantment. My eyes opened wide, pulled back in realization that I may no longer be the predator here. 

 

A young man stood over me in the uniform of the local high school. 

 

I was stunned. The high school student ripped off the duct tape that had been wrapped around the cat's leg and let the cat escape before I could use the needle. . 

 

"What the fuck is the matter with you! Humans who abuse animals are the worst kind of scum! You're human trash! Fuck you!"

 

The kid spat his words and stood in front of me, taking on my full attention. I was no longer scared, but I couldn't react either. I haven't seen a look like that in years. He hated me. 

Avatar the Last Airbender: Critical Hit 3 - Bonding and Honor

This story has a part of another story I read awhile ago! Link here for the original. (Most of my story is orignial, but a flashback comes from here.)

ATLA: Critcal Hit 1 - Redux

ATLA: Critical Hit 2 - Lessons and Fun 

 

“Come on, Zuko!”

“That is the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard. No.”

“But it’s for Aaang!” Sokka pleaded.

“I’m saying no for Aang! That isn’t what he needs. And that’s why I’m going to go back home to confront my Father!” Zuko exclaimed with a serious expression, up in Sokka’s face.

“Dude. Sparky.” Toph spoke up. “Do you really think what Twinkletoes needs is vengeance? He’s a vegetarian!”

Zuko raised his eyebrows and took a step back.

“Yeah!” Sokka jumped on. “He needs to move on! We’ve all been hit in the junk before. But Aang needs to know it’s nothing to cry about! It’s something to laugh about!” Sokka said with a smile, hands at his side.

“Smile about.” Zuko grimaced, looking down. “That never led to a smile back home.”

“Looks like it’s something you need to learn to smile about too, Sparky.” Toph said, approaching Zuko. “With a sister like yours, a memory like that might be one of the few things you can smile about!”

Zuko grimaced. “Me and Azula used to get along really well. But… things changed.” He said, looking away. Then turning back with a renewed determination, “But that’s not important right now! I’m not playing!”

“Come on! Aang will have more fun with you!” Sokka pleaded. “And I’m gonna do it with or without you.”

That seems to have caused Zuko some hesitation, looking down and considering. Sokka and Toph looked at each other with a shared grin. We got him!

“But… it’s so stupid.” Zuko said, looking up.

“Listen. That’s why it’s fun.” Sokka said with a smile, an arm around Zuko’s shoulder. “Plus. Don’t you want to get me back?” Sokka said.

“Get you back? For whaUGH!”

As Zuko looked confused, Sokka rocked a hand in and up towards Zuko’s lower midsection, swinging from down below. Sokka’s knuckles made healthy contact with Zuko’s meat and potatoes. The Exiled Prince Zuko’s eyes went out as he bent back and clutched his groin with a shocked expression. Then his mouth clenched with pain as he lowered towards the ground as pain rocked his core, and he felt it difficult to stand.

“Oooh! I’m soOOoO getting you back!” Zuko groaned, going through a wave of pain as he exclaimed his discontent. He stumbled and moaned out a little sickly before putting his head down and curling it in. With a grimace, he looked back up at Sokka, who was smiling and sharing congratulations with Toph.

Zuko yelled out as he jumped up and started to chase Sokka with a hand still clutching his crotch. Sokka shrieked out and ran away from Zuko, who was much quicker than Sokka thought he would be, post nut-tap. Then as Zuko started throwing fire bolts at Sokka’s feet, Sokka kicked it up a gear and screamed out again.

“No bending, no fair! No bending, no fair!”  

Avatar The Last Airbender: Critical Hit-Redux

Long time no see! I was asked by a friend to do some magic with a found fan-fiction story as linked to here. I decided that would be a good idea, and found myself satisfied with how it ended up! Hope you guys like it :)

The loud booming engines blared loudly overhead, ringing his sore, almost bruiseless but weakened frame, with the vibrations of an overpowering force. Inside the Avatar, closely approaching footsteps barely registered on the doorstep of his awareness. All the young, impression collection of elements, senses and sinew could feel was this intense, deep ache at it's core. But slowly, the male body become aware as sharp impressions bludgeoned Aang as he regretably rejoined the world of the living.

 

"You did it!", someone, possibly Sokka, yelled as he skid forward on his knees. "You should've seen yourself, it was amazing! You were all- ... Aang?"

 

"Aang! He's hurt!"

 

"Aang, talk to me! Aang!... What's on your face!?"

 

"We gotta get him to Katara, quickly!"

Jack Tibbler Part 3 (Edited): The Bully, The Loss and The Rock

Part One: A Guy That Big, That's the Only Place You Hit 'Em

Part Two: New Years Eve 1995

One Jack Tibbler, thirteen, was quite a curious junior high student. Almost an enigma to his peers. The boy had made it through the trials and tribulations of his first year of middle school with a graceful veil of mystery wrapped around him. He'd made no real friends, only chatted up a few other boys his age in the cafeteria, maybe even out on the quad during lunch hour. He had joined a soccer team which surprised the hell out of his family, especially his older brother Andy who was now in his last year of high school. Things were going much better than Jack or anyone else in his family had expected. His grades were good, his social standing wasn't that of a celebrity, but somehow he managed to avoid ridicule.

Though in every bright sky, there was one dark cloud that threatened to pour rain down over ones spoils, to cast shadows wherever one had light. For Jack Tibbler, that dark cloud was Sean Zygers. A fourteen year old boy, lean, very much in shape for his age. Dark brown hair which was cut short and whipped up towards the front, as if he were some young super model. Sean came from a wealthy family who'd just moved into the city a little over a year and a half ago. His money alone lead to his initial popularity, his garish personality crowned him king of Dr. Barry Middle School. He was always found wearing tight faded jeans and small polo shorts with the stiff collars, always flipped up.

The boy was repeating the 8th grade, which gave him an air of rebellion and made the other students love him even more. No one thought that it might be because he was just a walking jumble of good looks and cash, no academic brains to speak of. Yup, he was one strikingly good looking dark cloud that liked to rain all over Jack's parade on any given day, at any given time. Hell, he once rode up on his bicycle and found Jack in the public park flying a kite over the summer. He then gave Jack a wedge, tore off his underwear, tied it to the kite and let the thing take Jack's briefs with it.

Jack Tibbler (Edited): New Year's Eve, 1995 [Reposted]

 

Hey Guys! I posted this story awhile ago but took it down for one reason or the other, and felt bad that I did and wanted to make sure it's posted! Because it's really one of the best bb stories I've ever read and anyone who likes my stories deserves to read this one. 

 

Furthermore, I did add a short scene at the end when I first published it, as a homage of appreciation for what this story gave us. So, that end part is mine, but the rest is not mine.  

 

Also, this is my 100th post, so it felt fitting. Inspiration is what drives me (as do most of us I'm sure), so this calls for a celebration of some sort. 

 

More original stories will be coming soon. Until then, re-enjoy this non-original story! And if you've not read it yet, then please give it a go! I hope it inspires you like it did me :)

 


Hello friends. How long has it been now? Well over a year. It's time again to share another tale in the life of an average boy, living in an average, American suburbia wonderland. 

His name was Jack Tibbler, now the ripe age of eleven and nowhere near as adored as his older brother Andy, now fifteen. Though the two still had their differences, Andy had never bullied Jack like he used to. Not after what happened almost three years ago. 

Andy did what everyone had expected him to since then. Start off his first two years of high school dominating the athletics department, and Jack was going to enter junior high next year, doing what everyone thought he might do-- waste space. 

The boy, shaggy brown hair, lanky build, hardly gaining any height even just as puberty approached, was an avid movie fan. His dream, a well kept secret, was to become a movie critic. Other people wanted to be producers, screen writers. But not him. 

He wasn't as quiet a boy as he use to be, now a small yet simmering flare could be seen just past those brown hues. Maybe, just maybe... despite his inability to stand out in the crowd, he was beginning to grow a backbone. It crept up his body, giving him sort of hidden courage-- Or was that just downright nastiness that lay hidden behind his meager appearance? 

News Year Eve, 1995...

Jack Tibbler (Edited): A Guy That Big, That's The Only Place You Hit Em'

Hey guys! So, originally, I planned on uploading a new, original story (I still plan on publishing one before another part of the Camp storyline...), but I recently found my way to rediscovering some of my favorite stories from 10+ years ago. 

For those of you who remember and devoured the content on Kramtoad, you might be familiar with the name "Jack Tibbler". This story in particular is the first of two official stories that I'm familiar with regarding these characters. (The second one is in a class above this one imo. But this is still great.)

I'm publishing these, because they're from a different time and some people might have missed them. And, even if you do remember them, I fixed them up, put in proper spacing and (better?) punctuation, as well as smoothing out some rough edges. My attempt at doing these stories some justice. I hope I did so. 

I'll be publishing the other story next week (Tuesday the 2nd). 

Jack was an average boy. He never bothered anyone, never got into trouble, he was actually rather docile for a boy of nine. He was of average build, had shaggy brown hair and adored movies more than anything else.

He came from a wealthy family, nothing involving champagne wishes and caviar dreams, though they were pretty well off. He had a mother who was a little more involved with herself than anything else, and a father who worked all the time.

Then there was Andy, the iconic older brother. He was thirteen, obsessed with sports and girls, as toned as he could be at that age with short dusted blonde hair. To everyone else he was a golden boy. To Jack, he was a nightmare.

Everyday it was something new. A wedgie, bucket of water above his bedroom door, pantsing him in front of the neighborhood kids, humiliating him in any form he could think of. Some of the things Andy did were fun little pranks, others were downright mean. Including one such occasion.

Jack sat before the television, watching an animated movie he had grown to love while drinking from a mug his deceased grandfather had given him, which he loved even more. He had friends, he was far from anti-social. He just really enjoyed watching movies. Maybe one day he would become an actor, or better yet, a producer!

Jack was sitting there, minding his own business and keeping to his simple self, when Andy strolled into the room. Andy was sweating like a pig and wearing his soccer uniform, two buddies with him.

"Hey, tool. Still watching cartoons? " Jack said nothing, he learned to let things slide, even at his age.

The Green Line

So, since my last story was a bit short, I'll be posting my favorite story of all time here! I first read it on Scaffies a long ass time ago. It's so hot, and I never read anything like it before, and nothing since. Unique storytelling, very city feel to it (which is where I'm from, so it feels like home) and really fucking hot. I just fixed up the formatting a bit to make it more readable. Hope you guys enjoy it as much as I do! 

It’s late. Fuck I’m late. Another shit day at work. Damn I can’t wait to get home. The Green Line out of Manhattan is packed. I push my way into a crowded car. Standing room only at this point. I strip off my coat. Damn it’s hot in here. Five minutes ago, I was freezing my balls off. Now I’m sweating my balls off. That’s New York for you.

I spot him entering the car. The kid’s cute. Blond crew cut. Scruffy facial hair. Probably trying to look older, but I know he’s young. I must have ten years on him – at least. Couldn’t be more than 22. He stands a touch over six feet. I imagine a hot body underneath his thick winter clothes. I imagine a lot of things under those clothes.

I catch him looking at me. Quickly, he averts his eyes. Typical straight guy behavior. You lock eyes with another guy for more than a second, it’s like you’re going to turn into a fag.

The kid makes his way to center of the car, only a few feet from me. I stare at him. I know I’m not going to turn any gayer. I let my eyes burn on his every feature. He peels off his jacket and holds it in front of him. He does have a nice athletic frame.