Chalk - My Roommate's A Stripper?! Short Story
Here is a little, short story thing that i wanted to try and write related to "my roommate's a stripper?!". this story takes place about 3 to 4 years before "roommate", a short scene of max in a high school math class.
Sample Second Person Transformation Shorts
Before your brain is allowed to feel any pain, your tailbone pushes outward and the excess skin molds itself into a short tail, which quickly fluffs up with a variety of long feathers.
A Fighter - short poem
It was eating me alive and i love how simple, short, and to the point it is. written by me on 7/31/2017. **a fighter** light, weightless, i'll buzz through life. cunning, quick, i'll overcome. wise, understanding, i'll listen.
Fur and Freedom - A Suncasters Short
Orion raised his eyebrows slightly as he noticed the table beneath whinnahael's fists begin to smoke but thankfully whinnahael's rage was short-lived.
My Name Is... - SHORT STORY
She tended to use this identity when she was looking for a short term place to stay.
Flames of Falstryl [Short]
It won't be long until I've been found. They came so quickly... burned the entire village down within mere moments, leaving it in a smoldering ruin as they pillaged whatever remained. I remember the horrible screaming as I scoured for a space to hide...
Werewulf short story preview
So heres a little short story that i started writing for no real reason. no i have not been abused no this did not hapen to me etc etc, just tell me what you think and if you want to actually see more of it i guess. id have to take a pause from new beginnings
A Perfect Day - SHORT STORY
He's supposed to be back for a short while in a few weeks but i never know until he actually walks through the door."
Madelyn's Nightmare (Twokinds short story)
She quickly came to realize exactly how badly she'd needed an ear massage when karen moved to the other ear, and she was left a little short of breath.
Night Woods
A very short story about the woods at night. based on a childhood fear. we saddled the horses, and wolves howled. the leather of the cinch straps creaked, cold and stiff around the warm, nervously prancing beasts.
The Unseen
As we look at the sky we see stars, stars made by angel's As we look around us we see people, nice or mean people. But me alone I see the Unseen. I see them every new moon and full moon, they dont hurt me. They protect me, something...
The Garden
This is a short little fairy-tale type story i wrote a few years back. i haven't done a whole lot of editing to it since it read pretty well i think. it's a fairy tale, what's there to say?