Death from the Shadows: Prologue
#1 of death from the shadows nyeusi rigby, formerly known as nyeusi kifu is a hybrid, a genetic mix of human and animal. created in 2142, he was the hybrid that should have never been created.
Death from the Shadows: Saturday, July 8th, 2197
The question was met by a middle finger from nyeusi, and a glare from jamie. dylan overlooked the middle finger, but the glare caused him to clear his throat. "i...i mean how was your appointment?"
How the fox got it's color
Abby expected to hear cheers from people, music from instruments, and many animals perform their signature sounds. what she heard instead was someone shouting "fox, fox." she assumed the best and ran out of the tent hoping to find cero.
Death from the Shadows - Friday, July 7th, 2197
"i think i will sit," nyeusi said, as he pulled the chair out from under the desk and sat down in it. "i am far from muscle, so i wouldn't quite fit standing in the corner." david settled in his chair and looked over nyeusi.
Revaramek the Resplendent: Chapter Sixty Four
You were all the family i ever needed, and it was all worth it, if i could set you free from the story's bonds. if this time, i could just stop it from happening again..."
From the Sea
His eyes lifted from the little fire. “all of the wolves you have seen came from across this rough sea. everyone is thankful for their safe passage and pays respects." “where did all the wolves come from?"
Grandpa's Stories 1
Like the time i saved the planet from an ancient evil, he he he. \*rolls eyes\* grandpa... alright alright, you want to know where babies come from? take a seat and listen...
Dark's story part 2
#2 of pokemon [continues straight from part 1!]
Kalek Kelegar
The outer parts of his fingers have thicker scales similar to his shoulders, to protect them from shocks.
Jurash "goju" Sulfam
Apart from that there is not much to say.
Rescue from Limbo
I slowly sat up in bed, still feeling somewhat weak from my previous endeavors. my eyes took a moment to adjust from being closed for so long.
Letters from Akira
\>it's probably noon when you look up from your work. 36. \>the sky is bright in the window over your desk, and the clouds dazzling and full.