The Warriors
I've been trying to work on my other stories and such, but every time I sit down to write, the words for this story come into my head rather than for Rocky Mountain Times or...
My Life as a Slave 10
My Life as a Slave Depression Our junior year is over; most of the year was pretty good. Then the end of the year came along. I was excited till the...
Chapter 1: The Unfortunate Day
====================================================== This is a story i made about my secondary fursona wohack. It contains scenes that may be unapropiate for some people. This is my first try for a story so i hope you like...
A Darkness In Your Heart (Teaser)
A calm breeze blows through her fur. The arctic fox stands, waiting silently. The trees provide her with cover from any unwanted eyes. She grips the knife in her paw tighter, ready to strike at any moment. She knows he will be here soon, and she wants...
a Werewolfs love - chapter 2
As Steve watched his eyes began to water, 'no you can't start crying not know.' But the more Steve watched the more he did want to start crying. He felt like a log hollow and stiff, there was nothing that he could do, and just the thought of who might...
Astray
Sai didn't even wake up when it happened. The muscular blue wolf was wrapped up in his blankets, huddled against the burly leomon beside him in bed as he slept. The couple were sleeping off a long trip which had taken nearly a week, and had only just...
Cry Me a Murder (part nine): The other side of Zero
But this one captured numbers instead of murders. if the ruby was a cursed relic from the abyss, maybe dispatching it had caused fluctuations to some of the values.
Cry Me a Murder (part eight): Mother Knows Beast
There never was one murderer: everyone had been working together. _why the kitchen?_ i wondered. what was mr. tejon doing in the kitchen to get himself murdered?
Cry Me a Murder (part seven): Only a Scream Away.
Hotel Kisanti was without electricity. The lights were out, the whooshing of the ceiling fans slowed and rattled like the exhale of a dying man. The industrial freezers thawed, endangering the shelf-lives of a thousand dollars' worth of ice cream. The...
Cry Me a Murder (part six): I Won't be Calling Home, mother - I'm Dead.
"Dude, I'm in trouble." I hesitated contacting inspector Quinn, because I knew he would blow a fuse if I told him about Archie Phelps, and in particular about my involvement in his demise by demon. So I postponed the call until ten thirty, when I knew...
Cry Me a Murder (part five): Tinker, Tailor, Soldier, Demon
Deep within, a part of me wanted to stop murdering him. that part of me knew that killing a human was wrong. then i realized to my horror, - i had enjoyed the chase and the kill, far too much to stop.
Cry Me a Murder (Part four) : A Strange Crunching Underfoot
That night I played in the hotel bar. I played the guitar and a local musician by the name of Raymundo joined me on the keys. Going by the impromptu stage name of Sunny Dan and the Rayman, we played a bunch of jazz standards right out of _the Real...