Imhorriblewithtags Histoires

Hey guys! I've wanted to start writing here for a while, but none of my ideas are solid enough to start an official book. So with that, I will be posting some of the stories and poems I've done over the years for school. Most will be one shots, but some may have a couple parts to them. Please read and let me know what you think! ~Kat

Machines. Machines were always something that comforted Weston, in light and dark times. He loved them, he loved them all. New, old, shiny, rustic, no matter the condition, he'd take the gears and build his machine. Yet, at some point in time, the world started to crumble. His machines, his wonderful machines were taken away, and he couldn't see them again. Taken away to please the greed belonging to those that envy and want his machines. Yet, when he sees those beloved machines again, they're alive. How, he doesn't know, yet life gets interesting. (Cover does not belong to me credit goes to artist)

I get bored af at night and then it all gets kinky so here's more Larina