He said on his profile he loved stinky used shoes and he was up for new experiences. What better experience than to send him some quite powerful Nikes for him to play with. What I didn’t tell him was the more he played with them, the more like the previous owner he would become. First it started with his feet, of course it had to. They grew out into the size 12s and he was proud of them.

Read More Posted Thu Feb 11, 2016 | 314 Words | Tagged story chav

Heavily inspired by What I Like on Gay Spiral Stories I was in a bar when I saw him. True it wasn’t my normal scene, I was pretty stocky with my work clothes on but I was just exhausted and this was the nearest place I could find to get away from it all. Away from everyone I knew. That’s when he sat next to me, “Alright mate. You could do with a drink, let me get you something”

Read More Posted Wed Feb 10, 2016 | 235 Words | Tagged story chav accent

He popped up on Grindr as soon as I had logged into the app. He seemed like just another one of the robots which were just trying to scam you out of money or whatever they were trying this week. He wanted me to meet him at his house, and seemed nice enough. Something compelled me to go, it was strange. I wouldn’t have normally done anything like it but everything just felt some calm and right.

Read More Posted Tue Feb 9, 2016 | 336 Words | Tagged story chav bodysuit

He found the pair of shoes while trying to find his way home. Already fucked out of his mind on the amount of alcohol running around inside his body. He had been out partying and got separated with his friends. He didn’t know the city he was in at all. All he knew was roughly where his friends lived. Looking for the big block of fancy flats, which he had managed to walk the opposite direction to hours ago.

Read More Posted Mon Feb 8, 2016 | 281 Words | Tagged story chav

Orange Workie :) You wake up in the room. There’s nothing else around apart from darkness. You can see yourself. You’re dressed in rubber hi-viz and nothing else. You start to feel, there’s no other clothing but the hi-viz. Then you start to think. Thinking taking a process. You had a name? Maybe. You couldn’t find it. All you remember is rubber and pleasing sir. Sir? That sounds right doesn’t it.

Read More Posted Sun Feb 7, 2016 | 127 Words | Tagged story workie submission

He was out camping under the stars wondering what he was doing with his life. The stars twinkling up above, taking his worries away. It always felt nice to let go for a little while. He saw a shooting star go by and made a wish. The same wish as always. He awoke strangely after falling asleep without realising it. Feeling more strength in his arms he looked down. Woah, he had muscles.

Read More Posted Sun Feb 7, 2016 | 129 Words | Tagged story

He walked around, lost in the new city, trying to find his way. It was a big city, full of strange things and things you’d never pick up on. One of these was to never walk into the middle of a construction site without knowing what you were doing. One of the workers was on his break, having a drink like they all do. He saw the lonely guy lost and offered his first can.

Read More Posted Sat Feb 6, 2016 | 216 Words | Tagged story workie

His mate seemed a little strange when he was invited for a party. His mate never did parties right? When asked all he said was that he found some tunes that he liked and that was it. When he arrived, his mate grabbed him and shoved him onto the sofa and cranked up the speakers. All he could hear was the grime banging against his ear drums. It was loud, but for some reason he couldn’t move.

Read More Posted Fri Feb 5, 2016 | 156 Words | Tagged story chav

001 was the first one the master completed with his machine. Such a simple machine, all it does is erases things. Master likes the look of it, it fits his style. 001 had been given orders to produce 002 and 003. Once the machine was on and their minds switched off, it was easy to get them into their uniform. This is who they were now. The dials were turned up, the process in motion.

Read More Posted Thu Feb 4, 2016 | 133 Words | Tagged story drone

I was on a holiday minding my own business when the three came over to me. Drunk and not really caring about anything at all apart from being a pain. I decided to play around with them. The one in the middle got his new t-shirt first. He barely noticed it on, but clothes do make a bit of a difference to the way you act. I don’t normally go for something as obvious, but the three of them seemed to want to be in the way and known for being as important as they were.

Read More Posted Wed Feb 3, 2016 | 141 Words | Tagged story orientation