Choose your own path Pt1
#2 of choose your own **welcome all, to get the next part you need to discuss with your fellow commenters and decide the best course for this character.** the sound of the rooster crowing wakes you, and you stir from a deep slumber.
Shrinkwave (2010)
#3 of older works this is kind of a cool one -- my first attempt at a choose your own ending story. on the original submission, back in 2010, i asked the readers to vote on an ending.
Choose your own Path pt14
#15 of choose your own **close vote** as soon as is humanly decent, you get dressed and quickly bid the sphinx farewell.
Choose your own path Pt4
#5 of choose your own after a few minutes staring at the lake and the rickety bridge,you about turn and jog back down the zig zag corridor. surely the right passage could lead to better fortune.
Choose your own path Pt9
#10 of choose your own you look at the sphinx lying there, calm and collected, which is more than can be said for your busy head. it's hard to seriously understand what the sphinx is talking about, and yet there is a way you can know the answer.
The Dragon Named Angel book 1 part 4
Already three have been caught and slain trying to hide among the stone of the great dwelling because the good dragons could spot their own very easily. the tactic the invaders relied heavily on would not work.
Gnoll Brigand: Prologue III
Not even a look of astonishment colours his face, though your own inquisitive eyes do draw a reaction out of him. he looks from one group of people to another, then back to you. "sellswords," the elf observes under his breath.
Choose your own adventure (CYOA), Steel Quest: Intro.
The character chosen either by likes or my own choice will be the main character of the story.
Gnoll Brigand: Prologue II
At this point you also noticed a sprig in his hand, green with its own leaves as well as a myriad of others.
Get Your Own
He felt hot breath across his own muzzle before the vulpine finally spoke up."you do realize we own a kettle, right?" [!
Sea'an: On His Own
Even with the new armor, the daggers and a fresh sharpening for his own short sword, sea'an was still left with quite a bit of weight in his purse.
Betrayed by My Own
His own flesh and blood lied and played him for a fool. now as rain dampens his fur he cry trying to regain some form of hope. "mother, father, sister, brother, why have you forsaken me?"