Carrot Cake
This story and all content within are copyright 2009 ©, 2010 © to Dale Robert Jenkins: A.k.a Asalis **Authors note** : This is an attempt at writing in a different format and style. This is an attempt at a script style. It's just an experiment but i...
Hey you all!
~K~Hey readers just going to inform you we will be stopping writing for now. ~N~Some thing we really loved! now we have been down and just can't bring our selves to any more. ~K~Well at least for now, not going to say we are still working on it been...
"Submit" (a poem)
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Post-Epilogue
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Post-Workout Pits
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Walls Book 1 - Ch 1 : Decisions
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I lay curled on the cold cement floor. The chill slowly seeped through my fur into my aching bones as I lay, curled and crying. I held my tail in my arms, like a child holds a teddy bear, as I buried my muzzle into it. The blood that was splattered all...
Walls Book 1 - Ch 2 : Template
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presentation by Hardsharp Scanlan
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Wild Rose Country - Chapter 20
It was a gloomy, wet, and foggy morning beyond the confines of the cave. A constant drizzle smothered the forest into silence and it seemed as if the world world ended in a solid wall of grey barely a hundred yards from the mouth of the cave. Not in...