Cold
This was an entry for a friend's "prompt king" writing contest on furry amino a while back. the prompt was "we were told to hold on, but we couldn't". it was the first post i was featured for and it won.
Conjoined Evolution
Nbsp; from fond memories made during long trips to interesting conversations about things like the music and which region/gen and pokemon are the best for me personally while i enjoy them all more or less it's gotta be gen 3 and marowak almost no contest
Breaking Free
#2 of macro/microfur stories a somewhat new take on a macro growth story, meant for a contest with the theme "uncontrolled growth".
Breakfast of Corn (Otherwise Untitled)
~ the hoe cake being, as were its bretheren, in an apparent contest to determine if it or the skillet were made of sterner stuff could afford the fox a long gaze and ponder.
Sheepish (Pundamentals 2)
A second entry into the pundamental contest. i hope it won't hurt ewe too much. if you like my work (or if you're just a glutton for this sort of pun-ishment!)
waltz into moonlight
Ok, i heard this song, it was really good, story popped into my head, wrote it out, heard about this contest involving said song.........yeah, not ready for professional grading on my owrk yet, maybe next year, so, without further ado, my story, inspired
Easter in Devout America
The reasons for this are disputed by observers, with european and other non-devout historians still contesting why the concept of the easter bunny hasn't gradually been censored over time.
Tempers Are Rising
Both contested simultaneously. **_the old weasel stared suspiciously at them; and both avoided his look. the old man knew there's something fishy right here, but either of the two didn't want to admit it.
Five nights at Jack's (part 7) The end
We _ **enjoyed** _ what felt like staring contests. for only a hour this time. he looked both ways and ran back to cam 11. i brought up my camera and started looking around. i got to cam 8, i saw a blue and purple jack mask shaking violently.
The Finals and Aftermath (Chapter 10 and final chapter of my Yu-Gi-Oh series)
They both just stood there, playing that mental staring contest again, just like they did ten years ago. "i'll be beaten with a stick like an old canine! jack!!!" "the one and only. how's life spencer?"
Chapter 8: The Day After
The contest had been in place for months, and not a single person had been able to win the prize. apparently the person that had given the machine to the arcade had been a real hacker, and had a really cruel sense of humor.
The Mourning After - Chapter 10 (Moving On)
"while the tournament participants are accounted for we are surely lacking in ranking officials to help maintain order among the contestants ranks." i rolled my eyes.