Desert Wind

The scene starts with a rather plain looking ferret, about six foot two from nose to tail tip his eyes a soft brown matching his marbled greyish brown fur nicely. Next to him sat a rather angelic artic fox, her fur a pristine white. The odd feature was...

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The two that faced vanity pt(1)

In the morning all I want to see is myself, When I look in the mirror you know what I felt. Finding it hard to believe that I love my own reflection than that of your seduction. You turn my head to your face trying to tear me away from my mirror but...

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I'm almost done!?

**As of right now, I'm almost done with my rough draft of my first story. I think it's OK. But I really would appreciate it if I could get your thoughts on my story.**

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The Machinations of Inner Misery 3

Very sad! Some violence. Old story... ''''''''''''''''''''' PART THREE: MIGHT BE A CONCUSSION DAY THREE Two eelnods were particularly angry. Lee's anger was more sedated, being masked by sorrow. Mary's was fronted by...

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The Pain Of Losing - Chapter Two

Days passed like always as my friendship to Jean grew but Alex start to avoid me and give me some sort of strange stares yet I never wanted to push it. .......... I sigh to myself,"Oh man music class" I start moving to the music class then...

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Caribbean Sunset

Ok, so this is not canon to any other works I've done. This was written for someone. There's a lot of lead up to this and all, but I tried to capture the feelings in a short work. Please enjoy, and I would love to hear any comments or anything for this...

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Past Life Ch 5

Jeremiah cried once more on the bed. Reality has struck him even worse than he had imagined. He knew the hard way that he could never be with the man he loved. 'How could he be so heartless!?' he sobbed. 'How could he not notice that I'm in...

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1:6 Freak

**Freak** The lights were always off by the time Alias got back to his humble abode. Then again, it was three in the morning. Most creatures had long since called it a night, but for Alias, this was his time: the quite hours...

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1:5 Truth Through Pillow Talk

**Truth Through Pillow Talk** There were places you could go. Places where they didn't ask you any questions or wonder what your story was. They were never the most fancy of places, or the ones you'd see on a tourist brochure,...

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1:4 Loyalties

**Loyalties** Xen Hets sat behind his marble desk on his proverbial throne over Palamont. He sat in the darkness, muzzle resting in his paw, waiting. His desk was neatly organized, with the appropriate files that he needed for...

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1:3 Scotch, Brew, & Hollow-Tip

**Scotch, Brew,** **& Hollow-Tip** "Then, she has the audacity," The drunken gopher slurred, as he sloshed a glass full of gin around in one paw, and shook a finger at his friend, "to tell me that it was my fault." He...

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1:2 Weakness

**Weakness** "Let's get something straight," The Mercenary growled, "I _never_ partake in something like that again!" He could feel the heat in his face radiate his anger outward. His green eyes were narrow, the predator...

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