An old story
It's an old story i wrote during my free moment **_[les chroniques de tanuki](http://tanukiruno.skyrock.com/1681093000-les-chroniques-de-tanuki.html)_** chapitre 1 : le réveil le monde autour de moi est gris, il me semble qu'au fil du temps
An Old Friend
The old owl took in lego when no one else would, he would never forget the first time he met valen.
Vexen's Own Story!
With a ragged old howl, she flung her head back, wailing as a seemingly endless sea of sexual old lady juice poured forth, quickly ripping the old lady apart as it started to cover the whole floor of the fast food building.
Texas blues, "The wanderer"
#27 of poetry, both old and new some good, old fashioned texas blues. this is to be sung, not read. i'd appreciate it. let me know if you like it. an ode to otters.
Sylvi and the Rifle (Unfinished/Working Title)
“yeah, from the old city.” basil answered. “savall was built on top of an old pre-war city, you’ll still find parts of the it still visible.”
The hill
I feel old, like a decrepit old man longing for his youth, a remnant of a past age looking back on his prime years. it saddens me, that in youth, i did not savour youth; but instead, wished to become older, to see the world as an adult, a full grown man.
New Beginning Chapter 4: Role Reversal
#4 of old stories bulbasaur takes charge as he, dan and nidoran pursue misty's kidnappers another one of my old pokemon stories, with some editing and spell checking done. anyway, hope everyone enjoys going through some of my old work.
Luck of the draw CH 2.
"its not the same he's not old," i retort. "old?," cupid asks offended. "not old just, not young," i say as nice as possible. to be continued...
Old Friends
The memory made him smile, but the warrior suddenly looked very old to the dragon's eyes.
Same Old, Same Old
Always saying things like “this is an old thing,” “damn fancy locks can’t protect you greedy assholes,” “fucking broke it.” oh wait, that last one was actually her. she was holding a broken lockpick in her clawed hand.
More Than A Monster - Chapters Twenty Five and Twenty Six
When i’d finally pulled the old bag out, i took it to the closet approximation of the center of the room, and laid it out.
Stein and Beckard - Intro
"how old are you?" damian shrugged. "i am 23." mr. beckard smiled softly. "i have cancer. and the doctors have told me that i might have six months to live. the only other person who knows is my wife." he stopped. "yes, i am gay and i had wife.