Those Bygone Dog-Star Days - Chapter 6 of 37
~ **Chapter 6 ~** At 10:00 am I got off the bus in front of the zoo entrance. The parking lot was shimmering in the heat as if I was looking through a veil of water. My sandals quickly warmed up on the sidewalk and I was glad I didn't drive. Tar on...
Those Bygone Dog-Star Days - Chapter 5 of 37
~ **Chapter 5 ~** _Cdnce1282 has signed in (8:22 pm)_ **Aarbo4vr** (8:24 pm): Hey **Aarbo4vr** (8:24 pm): it's Aaron **Cdnce1282** (8:24 pm): Hi! You were able to make out my chicken-scratch, then? :P **Aarbo4vr** (8:25 pm): lol, yeah....
Those Bygone Dog-Star Days - Chapter 4 of 37
~ **Chapter 4 ~** Four-Thirty could not have come quickly enough. "I know, ma'am," I repeat myself. My foot eagerly tapped against a wheel of my chair at ten times per second. I shifted in my seat just about as often, too. "I... Yes, ma'am......
Those Bygone Dog-Star Days - Chapter 3 of 37
~ **Chapter 3 ~** Three-thirty a.m. on the dot as I roll over and reach for a cigarette. I barely have a sheet covering my groin in this heat. Out of what? Respect? Out of privacy? Neh, out of habit. No one's around here anymore for me to care if I...
Those Bygone Dog-Star Days - Chapter 2 of 37
**~ Chapter 2 ~** Four Thirty and the day droned on. Handling irate customer phone calls wasn't my idea of a fun time by any length. After eight hours I was ready to suffer the mid-day heat to get out of the cool but cramped hell that was customer...
Those Bygone Dog-Star Days - Chapter 1 of 37
**~ Chapter 1 ~** It is 3:24 in the morning and I had just scared myself awake again. My dream, my nightmare for the past three months has always been the same. I never remember it when I wake up but when I fall asleep it is as vivid, as dark, as...
Better Angels: Part 2
**Nubian Desert** Jack ached and his metal leg was starting to seize again. His fur was matted with a mix of desert sand and crusted salt from his and Ophelia's stowing away on a seafaring paddle steamer carrying scrap steel from London. Dust...
Better Angels part 1
London Jack stood aside from the other guests in the museum's grand reception room. He held a small plate of hors d'oeuvres given to him by an indifferent stewardmouse and favored his stiffening Vanderbilt leg; its fluids running low. Around the...
Pre-Last Stand: Fall of Heroes
Started this as a rp thread, because of lack of interest it didn't survive past week 3...shame, some of the characters were created by users of this site. If you'd like to add a character, pm me the stats by using this link's guide:...