(Un)welcome Guests and Requests - Writing Prompt from Arnak
A papery scrap was caught on the fence and as robert knelt to inspect it something clattered in his home. > > “looks like we have company.”
"The Gift", Richard's (FA) Chapter 1, Part 3
Rather than waste any space on my scrap paper i nodded as i set down my fork and made ready to write again. phillip responded to my confirmation.
Unjust Love. A Shepherd's Love. Part Four.
His attention focused on just trying to scrap by enough to pay next month’s rent than to keep up with the news. it was just too depressing too... “it’s such a beautiful place…” he noted, thinking of the capital.
Return to Sender 2 - Saw Wood Zone
I remember heading through here when we got carried out over towards the scrap heap." "how did you two get there anyway?"
Blood on Ice - Part Two Prologue
#7 of scrapped chapters life in the arctic tundra can be difficult but greater than fear of the dangers of the tundra is the fear of the southern influences rising to the top of the world.
Through New Eyes
I spent three years of my life working on the code for this game, only for them to scrap the platform it was meant to be released with without a word as to why. but of course, they kept a prototype.
The Analogue Cat
Whether you salvage scrap from the capsule or use the equipment you've been given to mine and work the metals, eventually you can make a new body and install me in it. however it works, i'll still be your min, your only min.
Sonic.EX3: Chapter 1
The background had some parts of machinery put around it to make it look like a mix of marble zone and scrap brain zone. but what i saw around the bee character were small little critters that were hopping up and down.
Sean: part 4: a new life
Carol had to beep her horn to take me out of it "he-he you back with us now" she laughed, sean smiled at me and his smile was again perfect "oh and i need to ask what's your address" sean asked "oh" carol said grabbing a peice of scrap
Universe of Conflict-Chapter 01
A loud grinding noise as the same grade iii on rollers scrapped across the floor into alex's workplace, he was reading the newspaper not paying attention when she approached him. "ahem, mr. wilhelm?"
Idle Hands
The chimera started digging through a few of the scraps that he had lying around. "ah, here it is!" he pulled something out to bring up in front of his guest's eyes.
Locker Room Cub 3
On his stomach and abs were the dried flaky scraps of come peeling from his fur. in his sheath the pink tip of his wolfhood was throbbing and pushing up from the cramp fold of his baggy flesh. "oh...god...what'd i..."