A shifters Tale
It took another hour and a half to make my way to the back of the district to an old smelting plant that had been abandond by an old company after it had gone belly up a few years ago, as i made my way closer the smell of burnt metal and smoke filled my nose
Starts Here
I said as i sat up in my bed, getting up and making my way reluctantly to the window, opening the blinds.
Chapter Two - Commute
Without too much trouble, i reach the tunnel leading out bridge, the amount of people thinning considerable as i make my way ahead.
Redemption
Carefully i made my way to the door and open it. my eye's slowly adjusting to the darkness of the store. after a few second's i walked down the row of racks to the double doors and flicked the serie's of small switches.
Freshmen Year: Gay, Bi, or Straight?
That night i lost my way. that night i had came to terms with myself, and who i was, or would become. after my last talk with tyran, my mind has been a void to life.
A new school year Ch.3
I quickly got dressed and grabbed my bookbag from my dresser making my way downstairs. mouth watering aromas met my nose as i descended the steps. i saw my mother was making breakfast in the kitchen.
RoKo! Chapter three: Problem solving
Well loped my way back to the kitchen, feeling every bounce and jiggle fuckin hate being like this, it's only been a day. and i already hate this.
Letting Go 2: Sasha’s Story
Making my way over and slowly circle it. the one end of it was right on the edge of some thick brush. slowly i make my way through the brush to a clearing i remembered running through right before that thing hit me.
Digimon: The Final Chronicle (part 11)
Convinced now that i was experiencing a nightmare, i stormed my way through the house. once i was certain it was empty, i made my way to the front door. as i reached for the knob, i hesitated momentarily.
Curse of the Mannequin
I suddenly remembered that display i walked nearby on my way out the previous day. just like before, there were the two mannequins from yesterday.
Big Brother's Room
His gentle feline muzzle stuck out above the edge of the covers, and his cool, inquisitive nose pointed my way. it was nice and warm in there - warmer than my room, anyway - and i sniffed soap and vanilla and sweet-spicy things.
On Time
Tired and panting, i nevertheless continue racing my way towards the front door.