Woody X Blocky Novels & Stories

the big new nursery that we had to add. While all of this birthing and baby tending was going on, Jimmy had had to make those films. He would send me a digital 'rush' of the day's shooting, encrypted so that no hacker would get any footage. I have to admit, dear diary, that there were a number of times that I considered using Jimmy's tiny-cocked father as a 'stand-in' for Jimmy while watching his film. But even with Jimmy miles away on the other coast making the film, I couldn't bring myself to sleep with his father, even though we were still legally married. We had made a 3-way agreement about living together. Jimmy had to approve whether I slept with his father; it could only be if I was

she snapped, “I need to get back the shop before the boss has my head. Is this about the Bloody Barbies again?” Bloody Barbie was the nickname Maria gave to the murders ever since she’d gotten involved as a suspect. It was an apt name. Each crime scene that had been investigated was painted red with each victim’s blood, and in each one there would be a bloody doll left behind (though, not exactly a Barbie), no less than three feet away from the body.

Brian in turn excitedly wielded the saber, creating an impenetrable shield. No matter how powerful Woody's fist was, it couldn't be harder than a steel blade, could it? Woody was too arrogant, and he would soon pay for it! But Brian's joy vanished at the next second. Woody's seemingly ordinary punch pierced through Brian's defenses without any resistance. Woody's fist rapidly approached Brian's face. Then, it hit him! Brian's head violently swung back. Instantly, his vision went blurry too as a black eye began forming. "Pfft!"