Pranked
The character of "mud" is owned by micahdobie while the character of "sindra" is owned by inforiel; the story is based upon requests by the commissioner._ _ _ _ _ **pranked** ©2012 - sylvan scott [1,619 words] "geez, mud:
Q for Quicksand
"come on in, the mud's great!"
Friendly's New Friend - Chapter One
As friendly made his way towards the raccoon who was stuck in the mud, the sound of laughing, giggling and jeering reached his ears. "haha! training-wheels is stuck in the mud again!" friendly looked at the raccoon cub.
Cat in the Mud
Sidi hummed quietly as they strode into the repurposed warehouse. It had been turned into an art collective several years prior, much to their elation since their last studio space had closed. The fluffy black cat...
Friendly's New Friend - Chapter Two
Friendly's New Friend - Chapter Two That evening after supper, Friendly sat outside on the porch and waited for his new friend to come. He paced to the end of the driveway and looked both ways, but he couldn't see anybody coming. He went back to...
A Puddle of Mud's More Trouble than It's Worth
To him, there was nothing better in the world than the feel of mud on his fur, which was why he was rolling around in that mud hole on that sunny afternoon.
Lurking in the Mud - Storm Wrestling
#11 of lurking in the mud welcome to the newest lurking in the mud this one is a short romp with garn and flinty fox just to get some practice in enjoy!
"Sink and Swim" (QS, Grim)
Pushing himself up with some trouble, his body settled immediately waist-deep, his entire front covered in black mud. "what's the idea!?" the crocodile yelled, spitting mud out of his mouth, irate and nervous.
Law Dawgs Unleashed
_impact weapon_ roared like a rabid rottweiler and plunged into the trench, making mud and water spray everywhere. "yeah!!!" mike yelled, "rock 'n roll!!!"
Scale and Shield (Part 1)
And ahead, the interloper themselves waddled through the mud with the subtlety of a raging river.
Revaramek the Resplendent: Chapter Nineteen
Now he could see reeds, grass, mud. he angled his half open wings, aiming himself. “if i die, tell my story!" revaramek pushed his wings further, slowing them as much as he could before impact. he angling for the mud. the earth was but a heartbeat away.
A Fish out of Water - Chapter 3
It was already too late; my mud-caked knee rose from the mud before plunging downwards once more...and kept going; the bottom of the marsh decidedly absent.