Rain
"Who am I? Where am I? What am I?" These were the first questions many clones had when they first gained consciousness. It was a time span in which the clones would try and figure that out though their interactions were often limited. They could not...
The Assassin
There was silence. Dead silence. The hunt had began for Xennia, and she was stalking her target slowly, letting the darkness of the night hide her. The target was an armed male wolf, and had many blades and knives on him. The location was a jungle much...
Undertaker of Valen
After a short moment he put the photo into a pocket in his ancient dirt stained pants and began his journey out of the graveyard.
Nowhere Hotel: the frist floor
He is a small greasy looking man with short hair and big teeth. his skin has a blue hew to it and his lips are starting to tun black. i get the feeling this man is sick in all kinds of ways.
Brains And Brawn
#1 of short stories a short story i wrote in a single night with minor edits. brawn was a special raccoon. while barely even a year old, he killed the prior top raccoon, tyrant, ending his reign of terror over the forests of north-east america.
Heroes KIA 1
This is the first chapter of a serie of short-stories i'm writing, based around the warrior clan universe.
Digital Adventures Chapter One. And it begins.
Digital Adventures Chapter One. And it begins. By Razul "Wha," I say sleepily, "Just a dream ... but it felt so real." "Ray, are you awake yet." "Yeah mom." Being 19 and still living at home, it's not great but the rents cheap. Later,...
Neko girl
shortly after the bell rang, and they got up and headed around the back of the building toward zeth?s car?
~~~~~~~~~~Shot Stories~~~~~~~~~~
~k~o and this story is marked as all ages but not all of the short stories will be aproeat for all ages.
Chapter 2 - The Sixth Curse
#2 of one or two necessary sacrifices this chapter is a bit on the short side and no actual sex...sorry. for those of you just in it for the whacking material, stay tuned for chapter 3.
Susceptible to change
The coyote walked, just like everyone else, but unlike everyone else, she wore their thoughts on her fur. They washed over her, through her, and stained her body. Every casual thought had power, and every single one recoloured her. Her name was...
Callie
For some time she merely stares into the blank blue sky, eyelids squinting as her ventral fur dries in the sun (being a sensible collie, she only wears shorts, her super-luxurious fur shrouding anything topside from ogling.)