Turning the Tide
Alrighty, as promised, the next installment of the Odds against story series is finally online. I hope that you enjoy it. Two more to go. As always, comments are appreciated and...
Tides that Turn
#8 of lost at sea prt.2- good tidings four days had passed since the man's ship sank. suffering from heat exhaustion and starvation, he was a terrible sight to behold.
A Day With No Tide (excerpt)
"a day with no tide" will appear in gods with fur, an anthology edited by fred patten and published by furplanet, released at anthrocon 2016 and available online at furplanet.com in july 2016.
The Tides That Bind Us
The tides that bind us pokemon fiction short by: scy storm ssbs.furrynet.com **author's notes:**...
Path of a Legend Chapter 1
"now tide you know what mother said. she did not want us walking through there for fear of us getting robbed." star replied. "i know but still, this is dull." tide huffed.
Rising Tides Part 2
We apologize for not giving tail whip battle that you had expected, but your severed tree appendages would have been no match for this one of few tides.
Rising Tides Part 1
So'waa'ma'wae is happy to suicide an undetermined number of tides, maybe even all her tides, for the chance to create balance where none exists.
Moon TIde: Chapter 1
#1 of moon tide the town's single church bell began to chime. the sound reached all over the town, as the air was clear, and the streets quiet. the bell rang out eleven times, before coming to a stop.
Chapter V: Turn the Tide
* * * **kaeden's commitment** _by draugr_ chapter v: turn the tide * * * [!
Endless Tides: Chapter 1
#1 of endless tides a story i was requested to write. it's a crossover between pokemon and kingdom hearts. the story starts out in the pokemon world, but will branch out to other worlds as well later on.
Rising Tide - Part 1
Https://www.ko-fi.com/iridescencestudios **"rising tide"** ** ** **by lauren rivers** &
There's no tide on the lake (Otherwise Untitled)
~ "I don't know what I was thinking.", a strained squeak. ~ The lake was the ebb and wobble that the canoe always found it to be, the mouse laid out on her back in its length. The pale blue sky above was an endless spread of soft lack of features as...