Chapter Twenty-Two (Todd)
The darkness slips around me. On my left, I see Wendell holding what would be our future child On my right, I see pitch black. How to choose? Hard to tell. Same thing as choosing between a hard life and a simple death.
Chapter Twenty-One (Angie)
I toss the flare gun to the side. It's useless at this point. The only thing we can do now is hope that Wendell's bow and arrows are durable for killing Rodger. "Let's go." Wendell says. I ignore him for a second. A light just turned on inside the...
The Protector and the Peacemaker: Chapter Twenty
If you haven't already, i recommend you start by reading the slayer and the sphinx. https://www.sofurry.com/view/826785 chapter twenty **(porter)** "whoa," porter said when he stepped up to the archive's door.
Thursday Prompt - Aisle Twenty
This week's prompt: twenty **aisle twenty** by sakarafox delight was the best way the older fox could describe it.
Zen of Self
Zen of Self * * * (No one is allowed to take credit for this work apart from me. If you want to use it somehow, I would appreciate it if you were to get in touch with me first.) * * * (This brief story should be appropriate for all age and maturity...
The Slayer and the Sphinx: Chapter Twenty Three
Chapter twenty three **(pov: porter)** "you weren't expecting this, were you?" porter groaned and opened his eyes to find himself lying face down on a cold stone floor.
The Slayer and the Sphinx: Chapter Twenty Six
Chapter twenty six ** ** **(pov: sarah)** "that didn't take long," misoki remarked when she caught up with sarah. "what didn't?" sarah asked, trying to keep her eyes on the snooty fae as they wove their way through the city crowd.
The Slayer and the Sphinx: Chapter Twenty Four
Chapter twenty four **(pov: azkular)** a deep anger burned in azkular's heart as he knelt before the arch-mirror. it was a mirror the likes of which you would see nowhere else.
The Slayer and the Sphinx: Chapter Twenty Two
**chapter twenty two** ** ** **(pov: sarah)** it was the middle of the day, and sarah was beginning to long for the cold winds of winter as the blazing sun milked her for every drop of sweat she could produce.
The Slayer and the Sphinx: Chapter Twenty One
Chapter twenty one **(pov: porter)** _"porter? porter?"_ the name bounced inside the young man's head like an echo in a cave, soft but persistent.
Amber Silverblood: Chapter Twenty Seven
Chapter twenty seven when i was just a regular girl, the woods had never interested me. as a werewolf, they called to me.
Amber Silverblood: Chapter Twenty Six
The scents of the forest overwhelmed my nose, and i couldn't stop my mouth from watering when i smelled a rabbit scurrying for cover twenty feet away.