Puppy Love
You stroke the strands from my head and scratch my ears oh so caringly my nose is met by your lavish scent of food and a strong numbing scent from the elixir laughing you wave your hands and give me your scraps as your mate growls i attempt to please the
Silver Stream Memory 15
She returned the smile," i was going to ask to scrap rotundomon but now i think he is a delicate nice creature. can we use him?" debacho and cursler left and i went over to the bed and sat on the edge.
Starfire the Lone Courier....Prologue
He wears leather armor that he made himself from scraps and a traders hat, which is basically a baseball cap, so that it shows other traders that he is willing to trade friendly without starting a fight.
A Furry Love Story - Back to Reality
#6 of scraps for the rest of the convention, i spent my time familiarising myself with the furry community. a lot of people were interested in me, but in a completely different way. they were more interested in my life than they were my beliefs.
The Furre Archive Project - Part 2: Fragments
There was one last scrap, one last transmission that came from "him". it was buried deep in a coded, corrupted file that suddenly appeared on various furre owner related websites about a month after his transmission was cut. it was a poem.
Choose your own path Pt2
A number of times it has gotten you out of scraps and traps, but there's something, mischievious about it, and it's not something you particular fancy about a supposedly inanimate object.
Preview - A Bump In The Night Chapter 16 - Preview
#3 of bitn scraps my eurofurence fund has taken several leaps ahead lately; go here to find out what that...
War
The soldier drove his boyonette once again into my chest, scrapping my ribs. the man continued stabbing me untill he felt satisfied that i would not live with my wounds. he continued through our lines, as i coughed up blood.
Argument
Only dialogue scrap. **argument** "i hate this room. it always makes me feel cold." **"why? it's not that cold in here."** "there isn't any fabric. it's just cement floors, walls, and ceiling. even these chairs are just metal. it's cold."
Vincent, Assistant: a micro-narrative
#4 of scraps this was my test-run for writing about assistants many years ago. i realized i'd never uploaded it! so here's just the briefest of scenes between vincent and its owner. hope you enjoy. brisk.
A Light in a Sea of Dark
"now you listen here, ya scrap fingered scale bucket. i? i am god, and i have a universe to create. if you don't mind, move, or i'll have make you move." tony looked at god grin still splitting his face ear to ear.
Don't Stare like that
Anything... everything... something... a little scrap of something would be preferable to nothing... "nala?" taylor whispered in his friends' ear. "na~la... earth to nala!" taylor bit down on his lower lip to think.