Scents in The Wind

Tom didn't have much to do on a Sunday afternoon. His friends and fellow Sanctuary inhabitants were all busy somehow, his boyfriend offline for some time, and he wasn't in the mood to play any games. He didn't even have the inspiration to write...

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Karmic Pursuit

Dylan was beyond satisfied as he left New Steppe that night. After hyping up an all-afternoon party. The dark green chubby water buffalo, with straight black hair, a goatee, and a fancy cap on his head, calmly drove a red car as he left...

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Fr-endly...

Fr-endly I needa say, without hesitation I only regret others feeling frustration I've done what I love, since I could walk I've said all I could any time I could talk Silence was only shared for those who cared My stance was always...

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Liv-i'd...

Liv-i'd... ---(Hidden so long, from so many Time can seem expendable, foolish thoughts, found relaxingly aplenty Delusion can bring back so much hesitation Stopped in place, we face the always known possibilities of frustration)--- For my sake, in...

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Mis-taken...

Mis-taken... Dragging among the days, I'm falling again, into past mistakes, going out of my concrete ways Differences divide my mind as trips I recall guide me to familiar shadows left among the dark Deep blue in thought, I bait the moments to...

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Welcome to Heat Street: C10 - Scent Trace

The shop had no name he could read. Just a symbol etched into the glass—a set of curved lines arranged around a central point, like a heat dispersion map. Possibly scent-related. No hours posted. No list of services. Just the door, the mark, and a...

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Welcome to Heat Street: C9 - Overflow State

Elliot arrived exactly when the timestamp told him to. The address brought him to a low, square building set quietly between two taller ones — a clinic on one side, and what looked like a residential sublease on the other. No digital display. No...

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Welcome to Heat Street: C6 - Signal Loss

Vetra pulled Elliot straight into her chest with one arm, beer still in the other, grin wide across her face like she'd just won a prize she hadn't even tried that hard to win. “C'mere," she said. “You're way too stiff for a night off." He didn't...

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Welcome to Heat Street: C5 - Minor Crush

The server room at Harrin Middle School was compact, over-wired, and under-cooled. Elliot didn't mind. It was quiet. Isolated. Predictable. A nice break from the louder chaos of field work. He'd been dispatched a few times this month to track a mesh...

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Welcome to Heat Street: C4 - Feedback Loop

Kaari didn't normally try this hard. Clothes were just another layer — something to drape across her coat so the world wouldn't gawk at the wrong time. She dressed for comfort, efficiency, maybe a hint of ass if she felt like it. But not today. Today,...

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Life is Just a Storm- Chapter 4- Imperfect Certainty

Lukan could not get the otter out of his mind. Not even just because of the idea of his presence in the raccoon's life now, but also because the procyon feared that he made the otter upset at him. Now this... This was one of the other reasons Lukan...

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Haida's Chronical, Ep.1

_Background time! So, I was recently acquainted with Aggretsuko, and peripherally, best yeen Haida (that blushy bastard). I've started on the original series (pre-Netflix) of animated shorts, which first aired on TBS Television in 2016. Anyways, I've...

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