The Sweater
The sweater from a creative writing prompt i’m stuck in this overgrown gaudy autumnal sweater and i can’t get out. i can’t see, i can’t breathe, i can’t make heads or tails of where i am— tail. i have a tail. a pony’s tail. where am i?!
The Big Things. Chapter One.
Theo looked the sweater over, thinking about it. “you want to turn the sweater into tubes?” theo said, and the tiger gave him a look. theo waved it off. “tunnels.
The Big Things. Chapter Four.
It’s going to be a warm day and i’ll be wearing a sweater,” pedro motioned at the thick, double layered hoodie sweater. a mixture of cotton blend, it was going to be hot.
Xenosapien Short Story
The forest was lovely today. The sun was shining, the birds were singing, and the place smelled wonderful. To those within, however, the day was proving most memorable due to the presence of an outsider, one who's footfalls echoed wildly amongst the...
Day 19 - Sweater
For one, i'm doing this lovely pink sweater just for you. perfect to keep you warm in cold night and to pick up handsome young men--" "grandma!" "well, it can also be for beautiful young women, it is very versatile."
Chapter Seven - Kethelon City
He asked the sloerillan as he pulled the sweater over his head. it wasn't much, but it did help stave off the terrible cold.
The River... In Winter
It was a sweater from nuisance.
Thunderstorm
A cruel gust of wind brushed against his fur, causing him to shiver, despite wearing a sweater. his ears drooped in disappointment, flattening against the sides of his head. _how long have i been here?
Counting Marks
If i wore this sweater unaltered, i'd definitely be hiding." the jacketed bear chuckled. tugging down his sweater, terry stuck his tongue out.
Dog's Life
Caleb angrily yanked his sweater off and began scrubbing his face agitatedly. leave it to me to get knocked over by a dog, he thought. "i'm so sorry!"
Savannah Blues Part 1
He thought about it for half a second before tossing the sweater on the bed and hanging up the coat. five nine, one eighty isaac didn't think of himself ever as a bad catch. sliding the sweater over his head he turned back towards the mirror.
Mooing Over Spilled Milk.
How would you like it if i took all your favourite sweaters and ripped them up?" rebecca gasped, just the thought of her favourite clothes being ripped, almost made her shed a tear. "n-no! not my sweaters!"