The Mook Maker, Chapter 4: Rip and Tear
The ravaged caravan, or whatever it was, wasn't that far away from here. "i'll protect you, master," miwah said. the feminine voice behind the furry body sounded quite determined.
Gibbous Moon Waning
Putting a paw into his jacket pocket, francis found he still had the change from purchasing the brandy, which would probably be more than enough for a cider or whatever they might have.
NM #15 ~ Just Clothes [Pt.1]
, like travelling the world, or building your dream home, or whatever; you think about what you'd do, but it never really... _goes anywhere_. usually comes up around the summer, though, for obvious reasons."
Grant: Pool Toy Tag
Maybe i'm in a shell or comfort zone or whatever, but i sometimes want to get a little saucy myself. shit, i can't believe i--" frank's eyes narrowed when his friend broke off. "what? what did you do now?"
Old School is the New School
She was a magician unicorn or whatever, i really didn't pay too much attention to a pony who wasn't there.
Ladder Racing - Chapter 4
He does his typical dad thing, where he scoffs and walks off to watch football or racing or whatever on the tv, but occasionally barks out remarks.
Ladder Racing, spring 2019 (Chapter 3)
He does his typical dad thing, where he scoffs and walks off to watch football or racing or whatever on the tv, but occasionally barks out remarks.
Out Of The Blue (Chapter16, Book8)
"no, they said you were responsive to stimulus or whatever. it's just ... you were out cold. you had a serious head injury. to be honest, they thought you might have been brain damaged." karla furrowed her brows. "seriously?"
Take Him To The Pit - Chapter Three
"teleported, or displaced, or whatever the correct term is," michael explained. "i guess that's how the other one, or the same one or whatever, got away from us last time. i think it has something to do with the mirrors.
A New Chapter: Small Steps
_ silently chiding himself for letting himself get dragged into some workplace function or whatever, the stag dropped the dvd into the trash bag before he tossed it down the hallway towards the others with a hollow crumple of garbage.
Vignette: Your Unfriendly Neighborhood Ghost Goat
Michael--or whatever he was--was consumed by a need to move on from this pathetic course. today would be key to that; he was remembering.
Transcendent Pt.3
I get myself ready for another day of testing, whoop de doo. 10:45 a.m similar to yesterday the guards come into my cell,or whatever, and they take me to a testing room.