Foundations: Part 7 (AaO Side Story)
_ **Part 7** _ _(Jonas)_ I kept my back to Alen, huddling up so close to the edge of the bed that I could've easily fallen off. My fur stood on end, sheets doing nothing to warm me no matter how tight I held them. How could he do this to me?...
Rooftops (Request for Jidza10)
_ **Rooftops** _ _For Jidza10_ "You feeling okay, Jed?" I glanced up at Mitch from my doodle pad. "Why?" "You've not touched your lunch is all." The wolf gestured his fork down to the spicy chicken I must've picked out for myself, congealing in its...
Hard Labour
_ **Hard Labour** _ I glared at the short straw in my palm. Again. As hard as I willed it to, it refused to grow longer. "...Do I _really_have to?" "Listen, the straws have spoken," Manny replied, beaming his pleasure for the longer one in his grasp....
Blessing Day: Part 5 (Final)
_ **Part 5** _ _(Marek)_ We spent a couple more hours with my parents in the living room, sharing stories and checking out old photos that had of me saved on their phones. Poring over picture after picture of my teenage self from fifteen years ago...
Courier
_ **Courier** _ I had a problem. A big one. So carried away, so firmly in the thrall of tourist mode, I'd managed to lose my bearings completely. Certainly, I was no stranger to wandering off and going astray during holiday expeditions, but this was...
Knock Knock
_ **Knock Knock** _ 'Cut through the apartment complex Danny, they said. It'll shave ten minutes off your walk to the station, they said. Man, _they_ were chattin' some utter shite with all that. Never mind this place being a maze of identical three...
Laundry Day
_ **Laundry Day** _ A mistake, a blunder, a five-star screw-up: whichever way you dressed it, avoiding my laundry for as long as I had done wouldn't be repeated. Each hefty haul of my overflowing wash basket was a struggle, sending scrapes and grinds...
Blessing Day: Part 2
_ **Part 2** _ _(Sam)_ "Thanks a lot," I called up to our taxi driver, prepping to descend the exit ramp. "Hey, no problem." The rabbit peered over his seat at me. "Don't forget ya bag." "Oh!" Back I rushed, grabbing my backpack from beside my seat...
Getaway: Part 12 - Final
_ **Part 12** _ It had taken forever and a day to get ourselves to the airport. At seven that morning, I figured peeling myself off my hostel bed would be the toughest part of my day, especially after the less than sensible night we'd enjoyed before....
Grenzen
_ **Grenzen** _ Our narrow wooden stairs squealed with each descending step. An awkward night's sleep had left my neck sore and my back surely twisted. My kingdom for a bed of quality to match that I had left behind in Linvendia. My manor, too, for...
Getaway: Part 3
_ **Part 3** _ In the days and weeks that followed those initial discussions, I managed to get somewhere approaching comfortable with the idea of travelling all the way to Polcia. I'd also got used to fact that I'd be heading there with Sasha in...
Breaking News
_ **Breaking News** _ Some lunatic in a truck swerved into our lane, right in front of us. Mick, the wolverine in the driver's seat, pumped the van's brakes. Finn, the white shepherd in the middle seat, swore blue murder at the truck's rear...