Through Pictures
_This has to be some sort of hallucination, right?_ _...right?_ These were the words going through his head as he stared at what he could only describe as a very oddly shaped, very pink pony-like creature that was staring right back at him with what...
Batter and Choices (Otherwise Untitled)
~ The collie was a flurry of engagement and seized opportunities as the morning progressed, hands deftly gliding from the tasks of getting dressed to the interruptions of pancake cooking. Her eyes wove a path of focus through the kitchen and bedroom as...
Dust.
When day turns to night, The world continues to spin, On and on it goes. Never once resting, Till everything turns to dust, Till love turns to hate.
Tenerife Airport Disaster
pan am first officer [sherrie l.]
Videl vs. Pan! A Bored Burp-Off!
pan by krizart-da.
How it Pans Out
"i'm pan," i'll say.
Helos's Gift
In her sorrow, she built the helos pan flute, a relic to our tribe today. she died shortly after completion of her pan flute, her gift dying with her.
Into the Frying Pan
#4 of assassin's way chapter 4: into the frying pan * * * jo soon arrived at the parking structure henry had died in front of. he silently slipped past the security by the back of the structure. the front was too heavily guarded.
Dilute to Taste
“pan ‘ych chi’n mynd i ddysgu pan i ga’ dy geg”, another mumble echoed like a rat’s scurry through the cold air, before the voice hovered closer and bore down on the young collie sat at the table, “just like your mam. never knew when to quit.”
The Last Good Thing - Universe Pilot
**_Disclaimer: This story, the characters within it, the fictional names and places, the technologies, etc; the Universe in which this story is written is my own creation. In instances of ambiguity regarding the fictional status of something is...
Venturing: Burned Panned
Venturing: burned panned our building went up in flames. we all had mixed reactions towards it. yet none of us spoke upon the silence of the atmosphere above us.
Out of the frying pan...
Well, this is my first attempt at putting any story online. This is more or less just a prologue for the main characters, giving something of a background. I welcome any constructive criticism and will continue this series if I get all of your seals of...
Forgetful Girl
pan nodded but didn't bother saying anything else, stepping into the stall and letting her close the door behind him.
Egg Thoughts
Lifting her pan off the stove, she picked up a plate and poured out the steaming hot omelette, then she used the empty pan to nudge the still-burning flame crystal into a metal-lined disposal box behind the stove. "behold!
Day Off
It only took a minute or two for the residual heat of the pan to cook the egg through. will lifted the egg from the pan and dropped it onto the cutting board.