Tales From Switch City: Zach's Tale

After all, the more time you spend as a kit, the more time you have to learn.

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Star Hopper chapter 14

"colleen, how's the kit?" colleen's face changed, it no longer was one of worry for herself but for her kit.

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The Acerbus Wolf

Do you remember that old prediction of the end of the world back in the year 2000? I don't know exactly how it went but from what my mother told me after her mother passed it down was that the whole worlds computers were going to short out or something...

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Blood on Ice - Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Thirteen - Kindest Wicked Acts Are Cruel Surrounding me was the forest again, with no one else there but I knew the refugees were out there somewhere, trying to find refuge from the ash. Its thick blanket covered the sky, ensuring that no...

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A Parent's Soothing Touch (SFW)

About an hour later, the kits stopped nursing and drifted from their mother. noticing this, showers gently guided the kits toward him, cooing at them with encouraging words.

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Placebo Effect

The fur on his tail stood on end as the kit's eyes darted back and forth, his toes clenching the chair's leg with considerable force.

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World of Two: Love Me, Please

[This is a collection of short stories; there won't be continuations of individual stories, but there will be other...

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Cold-Hearted: Part 10

**Part 10** I raced back home, not hitting a single red light or meeting another car on the empty side streets, and as I parked the car, I saw the living room was still alive with a flickering light. Mrs. Webb's television was on just as...

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Cold-Hearted: Part 9

**Part 9** I waited at the table until I was sure that she had finally gotten into her car and left, which was thankfully enough time to calm me enough so I didn't throw my chair across the room. Walking through the restaurant doors...

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Cold-Hearted: Part 8

**Part 8** Pulling up to the front of the store, I saw Brian jogging down the steps, his eyes on his feet to make sure he didn't slip on the creeping layers of ice. Rolling down the window slowly, I looked out at him and our eyes caught...

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Cold-Hearted: Part 7

**Part 7** The night passed a lot quicker than I was used to, and I woke to the earsplitting chirp of the alarm clock. Looking around groggily, I swatted at it and stopped the painfully loud shriek before it gave me a headache. The...

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Cold-Hearted: Part 5

**Part 5** Pulling the door open, he stood there quietly with his hands laced in front of his stomach, a small plastic bag dangling from them. It looked liked it held some clothes. I didn't know why he hadn't moved all his clothes...

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