A short story ... number 2
Nethaniel sits at his desk, organizing papers into compact sets before stapling them in the bottom left corner. On the wall to his left, his long-sword hangs on a pair of golden nails piercing an ash plaque in the shape of a Norman Kite shield. "This...
Short [Diary]
Shaped like a little kid, while being covered with fur, having a short muzzle, a pair of ears on the head and a bushy tail wagging, while devouring the sandwich with the little teeth.
Unadoptable (SHORT)
Here I lie, a cat wondering if my family will return. The animal shelter bustles with humans looking for companionship... for fun... for someone to distract their children. I too receive an occasional glance, and a few looks of passing interest. The...
August Short Fictions
The beaver snapped at one of the suspenders crossing up his body, one of the few things covering it aside from the bright yellow lycra short shorts that almost disappeared between his round gut and thick thighs.
Short Story
I know it's short but hopefully you still enjoy it. i couldn't think of a proper title for it, so if you can let me know! for anyone who doesn't know; i've started full time work and so my free time to write stories is almost non excitant.
The Lion's Den: A Short Story
Her short, tan fur glistened in the candelabrum's light while a train of russet hair that spilled onto her shoulders provided the perfect mane.
Tetrious's Holiday Special (short)
Commander Tetrious dressed in only a red and white Santa-hat sits in his armchair and bellows: "Ho, Ho, Ho!" while looking at the three humans kneeling before him. The three are scantily but very festively clad, with red and white fuzzy jocks and...
Thomas Shorts: Shock
#3 of thomas shorts "robert. it's time to wake up, robert." thomas didn't want to wake up. he felt too good. like his entire body was covered in warm, comforting blankets that made him feel safe and happy. "robert? come now, boy.
Easter Short
I know it is a bit late, but this is a short easter story i have written purely for entertainment purposes. all these characters belong to me, and this short with some parts based on a conversation with a good friend of mine.
Short Changed
Splicer was huffing, short gusts of air escaped from his tired lungs. the badger sighed as he counted to coins, dragging them into a pile with a single claw. "it's short."
Long Story Short
#3 of short stories a short story that i made to show that i was still alive. hope you enjoy warning: this story contains evidence that midterms and finals are keeping me busy; i'm still alive though.
Dogging at Fort Knotts - A Dirty Short
Her hands found their way to the dogs face, slender fingers feeling the dogs thick, short fur as he worked her, pace increasing as she gave a pleasured gasp, legs widening for him.