A life In College, Afterward Part 2: Final's Week, Part 1
I think I was sweating. No, I _knew_ I was sweating. My eyes felt dry, as did my tongue, and all the saliva I could lick onto my lips didn't do a thing. My chest was tight too. My ears twitched nervously, and I knew my fur probably looked like it had...
Whatever Gods Exist
She stood and inserted a new paper silhouette into the mechanism; an opposum this time. she picked up gun number eight from the box and loaded it. she stepped up to the range, aimed and fired once. the bullet hit the shoulder.