musket prologue: chapter one, intro

Joshua, Union, 7th regiment, Minnesota Fort Snelling, August 16, 1862 well Susan, i have finally found the time to write when i was not tired from the drills and guard duty and whatnot. when we woke up we drilled, after meals, we drilled, before...

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Love at Twin Oaks - The Beginning

The petite doe nibbled on her lower lip as she studied her reflection in the looking glass in front of her and, after much deliberation, announced, "One more should do it, nanny." Behind her the aging badger groaned and retorted, "One more of them...

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musket prologue: chapter 3,

joshua union, 7th regiment, minnesota camp release, october 5th 1862 thank you for sending those lemons for me. however i have something to tell you.i am enraged! i have just found out that the money we receive may not be able to be used home! this...

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Weekly Haiku: Skyscraper

Look at this building Reaching towards the heavens Can we do that too?

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Acting Civilized

Her civilized life... it had never actually brought her happiness. she worked for the company. it was demanding, stressful and left very little time for personal affairs.

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The Cannon of Civilization

* * * * * * * * * * * * ### the cannon of civilization the valley, dotted with large dull-green trees, frosted the breath of all beings living within it.

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Eternal Mortality: The Tutinian Civil War Part One

The tut civil war started out innocent enough, a simple disagreement on how the eastern lands were to be governed.

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musket: chapter three

victor's mind was racing as he slowly walked back, turning into a nervous wreck whenever he saw even a simple patrol car pass by or a sideways glance from a stranger. victor couldn't really blame the other furs for looking at him strange. he knows that...

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musket: chapter two

inside the vortex of spinning condensation were brilliant strokes of lightning criss crossing here and there constantly. soon the lightning was becoming bigger and bigger. the electricity was starting to make hairs go up and everything smelled of...

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The Werewolf Volunteers

A little ballad inspired by civil war songs and poems. pro-union werewolves?? pro-union werewolves!! the werewolf volunteers by corran orreaux oh come ye boys, gather 'round, and listen well to me!

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Old Ways; New Ways

One of the men operating the relic calls "travel to mishnu for the civil programs here!" i step forward. was this bravery? no, i never gained any of that, this is merely resignation.

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Ain't no War Without Blood

"But daddy!" I yelled, across the table. He slammed his clenched paws on the wooden table and screamed. "God-damnit boy! You aint got it in any otha' way in this, this what them bastards want, this is what we give im'!" I sat back in my chair...

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