Knock Knock
#1 of against all odds universe - side stories hey there, work was slow one day last summer and as a change of pace i decided to write a daft little 1600-word or so story that afternoon.
Waking
She smiled and climbed into his lap, wrapping an arm around his waist and leaning her head against his shoulder and her brother's forepaw.
Getaway: Part 6
#69 of against all odds universe another day, another venture even deeper into the city of arlone and polcian culture... all while kaz tries to keep his own venture from being derailed.
Wrecked
#83 of against all odds universe hullo, i've been on vacation recently, but that didn't stop me from working on some stories.
Boiling Point
His arm and elbow slid further past me while the rest of him slumped harder against the counter. "he told them that you're the new cook." "...and?"
Lost & Found
#9 of against all odds universe - side stories heya, this story was something of a practice at writing something in a different voice when it comes to the first-person protagonist, to mix it up a little in contrast to my usual style.
Laundry Day
I spat back, hard and loud, only to flop on back against one of those lifeless machines and rap a fist against it. "can ya blame me? lugging this load down here, just to find..."
Shallow Goals
#85 of against all odds universe hey! i hope all is well and that you're all having a great christmas period.
Creaming against the Coyote
Deeply, the coyote laying back against the bean bag in dane's gaming room.
standing against the hyper
The city is called luxury at times people come here to relax. This place was where you could settle down and make a family. It's a good city to be in a nothing masses forever there been some problems at first no one know what was happening. Some of the...
Venturing: Against Me
Fear gripped against my neck as realization had kicked in. "who would have done it?" i asked, my voice still shaking. "not sure..." responded yang as her claws were filled with blue latex gloves.
Ballade Against Cheesemongery
What woe behold i though i rail against whatever fiend devised this thing called pepperjack, to make the righteous quail with wax to mock and capsicum to sting! my muse fails, and i can no longer sing upon this sacrilege! the poet flees.