Sins of Our Elders: Chapter 7
Sure it wasn't a harley like the bikers drove, but he never wanted an old man bike. no, he needed something sleek and stylish, like it belonged at top speed all the time.
Sins of Our Elders: Chapter 8
"helga's not that old, and it's not her age that i'm attracted to. it's her...confidence." more than that. her confidence, her strength, and that 'take no shit' attitude she saw at a glance.
Dodger: Continuation (3)
How old are you kid?" "seventeen," she admitted. "yeah. about what i figured. have some root beer." dodger took a sip as luther walked into a back room. "not bad, really," she thought.
Dodger: Continuation (4)
KNOCK-KNOCK-KNOCK KNOCK She waited a moment, then put the key in the lock and opened the door. Yellow-Eyes was still on the bed but awake as she set the plates down and locked the door behind her. "Everything okay?" he asked taking a...
Watch Dogs
He having decided upon something reached into his stained old coat and pulled out a phone, grimacing as he pulled his hand away from his other arm revealed now to have been shot.
The Slave and the Mage: Bought, Chapter 1
Then she hurried to check the sheets on the guest bed and dig out the old grooming set dra'viji had left.
Frost
Stranded Beyond Hope Chapter 4: Frost Krystal clutched her cloak tightly together, preventing the fierce frigid winds from ripping the warmth away as she followed Fenris through a trail of icy foothills, the vixen trudging doggedly through...
Dodger: Continuation (13)
Dodger watched as Yellow-Eyes picked and scrabbled his way up the well wall slowly. He was certainly not trying to make any speed records here as he tested every hand and foothold in the meager and slippery ridge that the stone block wall afforded. Yet...
Sins of Our Elders: Chapter 5
She probably should have called ahead. Amethyst bit her lip while waiting on the front porch of her mother's house. It used to be her house as well, and there always would be a place for her if she and Helga had enough issues that forced her to move...
The Slave and the Mage: Bought, Chapter 3
She rolled to one knee, blood rushing to her head in a reflex as old as the orsimer themselves. ra'kesh was on his hands and knees, bleeding from a gash in his side.
[Scraps] Fluorescent Coast
The elderly woman laid her head upon my lap and i gave her a long kiss, fully knowing 'twould be her last time ever doing so. i stared up at the sky, trying to point out where exactly its newest member had found its home.
Fishcreek
On days when it rained, we came here to celebrate our mutual tainted destiny, under the secure embrace of old willow trees to listen to the soft sound of the rain hitting leaves, to get away from all we feared on days where clouds masked the sky, shutting