My Journey Through High School: Chapter 1: My First Day
The next class i had was english, jason was surprisingly not in this class, however adair was in this class, along with you guessed it, it was morrell.
Heart and Claw
A literal bad taste in his mouth.
A Biography of a Human: "Alexander"
in my mother's hands.
Dinner Visit
A large figure stepped in front of the light, his frame blocking most of the entry. mark was a very large rabbit, not only in height but in girth as well.
Pedigree - Ch2.
Ten minutes later the coffee table in the drawing room was buried. pizza. burgers. boxes of fried chicken. fries in paper cartons. milkshakes. desserts. things were drizzled in sauces that probably violated health codes in three countries.
Revaramek the Resplendent: Chapter Ten
A dozen or so men in red and blue tabards milled about in front of the iron fence. another man in a full suite of heavy plate mail stood nearby, gesturing with his arms in awkward, stilted motions.
Dragon In The Photo.
Dark skin, neck-length hair, painted nails and a stud in his left ear. punky, in a word. but i couldn't place exactly where i knew him. “oh, hey,” he said, raising a hand in greeting. “wasn’t expecting to see you here. you know alys, too?”
Exposure - Chapter Eight
The tone in his voice made dox squirm around in his confined space and look at him. "ow!" dox yelped, causing jason to turn around in concern. "what happened?" "nothing," dox said, grumpily, "i just sat on my own tail."
Around The Fur - Chapters 1 and 2
I could tell from the cars, and from the crowds in the distance, that i was in a serious pink-skinned minority.
A Taste of Something Else ~ Chapter 1
#1 of a taste of something else [patreon novel] daniel is a college student in a pretty okayish relationship with william, a mutt he met in high school.
A tale of Twilight
They were all looking at him in amazement and he waved his hand once more through the air. a headset appeared in the air in front of each of them and they reached out eagerly to take them in hand.
Spyro's Old Flame: Chapter 11 - Precious and Fragile Things
He had turned around in the pitch-dark tunnel and started swimming in the opposite direction, as fast as he could, with flame in his arms. in that darkness, every second had felt like a minute, every minute like an hour.