The Irish Hills
The bat nodded, her winged arms a bit ... cramped? she wished to stretch them. but she wasn't about to take her paws off the wheel. "you're tired," field whispered. "we both are." "do you ... do you want me to drive?"
Interlude 11
**Interlude 11** The ship's bridge was mostly quiet. Just like Darcy had wanted. The people in charge, those under her, had been working diligently, disturbing her quiet musing only when strictly necessary and... she didn't mind. She had many things...
Sibling Rivalries Side Story: Morning Warm Up
She then looked at the peppy bat girl. "second, i was working at party city until midnight! i'm fucking exhausted." the young bat smiled at her.
Homemade, My Sweet
To the bat, it commemorated selflessness. just as christ, in many ways, throughout his life, had been so selfless. giving himself.
Mouse Poems
1/2 cup assorted (other) 'mousey motions' (wriggle, squirm, swivel, and snake) 2 tbsp. innocence 3 tsp. salty tears and, oh, yes: 1 stick of sweetened sex (or more, to taste) sprinkle with cuteness and serve to pink-furred bats
Apples of My Eye
No more for mouse-bats. and you are a mouse-bat," he insisted. "say it with me. i am a mouse-bat." "mouze-bats. da ... a mouze-bats." "no, daddy's a mouse. pure-bred field mouse. you're half-mouse, half-bat. mouse-bat.
Hush
bats were always looking to take others 'under their wings,' as it were. and she hadn't chosen a male bat (though she'd had her opportunities).
The Color of Night
"i don't know any other bats as well as i know him, but it's my understanding they have to have it." "do you remember melody?" bones again. "she thought she loved him, until he got her alone." scratch again. "that's just it.
In the Pale Moonlight
With a blue bat, larger than her. they scudded, scuffled a bit before coming to a stop, having torn up the grass. the dirt. the blue bat shoved her down. pinned her. it was ereth. his fangs showing.
Ebb and Flow
Even a bat. she picked up the bat, hugged it to her chest, and then held it away to look at it. she squinted. "we don't look like this," she whispered. pause. "at least they got the wings right. mostly." but, then, bats were reclusive.
The Sound of Neon
Take it from a were-bat. there's nothing in the world, nothing at all, like the sound of neon. there's deep woodwind neon, blaring out a contrabassoon note that never stops until you cut the power.
The greatist story ever wrote
The bat grabed his computer and threw it out the window effectivley killing an evil law maker on the way to complete his master plan. the bat saved the day!!!!