I Sold My Soul To Play The Blues, Ch. 11
A collaboration by earbender and i. "edison please don't take this wrong, and i certainly mean no disrespect, but i don't think vrouflings will be making laser disks any time soon.
I Sold My Soul To Play The Blues, Ch. 2
A collaboration between earbender and i. the hallways of the hospital lab building smelled of fresh wax, dog, and men's and women's locker rooms. that, and the sulfur smell of lewis star. i guessed my dog nose was just really sensitive.
Dawn of the Hellwolves (part 4 of 7)
Chapter 8 In the predawn darkness distant thunder rolled, and leaves rustled softly to a gentle rising breeze. From the roadside shadows a low voice rumbled "Good morning, good Thomas!" Tom Atkins jerked and his mare reared neighing at the unexpected...
Dawn of the Hellwolves (part 2 of 7)
Chapter 4 They gorged themselves and rested, napping by the carcass, woke to full darkness and gorged again, then waddled heavily to the spring pond and drank, soaked themselves, and drank again. Hellhound sign was plentiful there, some just hours...
Dawn of the Hellwolves (part 1 of 7)
**_Dawn of the Hellwolves_** **_by earbender_** **_Commissioned by Doc Flareon_** Chapter 1 **_Clatter-slap!_** Molly Lynn O'Dowd slammed her shopping basket on the kitchen table and fixed a blazing hazel eye on the old man who sat there,...
Nuthin' but a Houn' Dog
_Nuthin'_ _but a _ _Houn' Dog_ _by Earbender_ _"You ain't nuthin' but a houn' dog..._ **_aw-roooo_** _Sniffen' round nigh my back door..._ **_aw-rowww_** _You ain't nuthin' but a--"_ "Sir?" Our cheapskate dawdle-watchers were angling for...
Foxed Contact
#1 of hellhounds, hellwolves and fancy foxes foxed contact by earbender jason william jones gazed northward, over the endless gray flatness of the nevada test and training range.
Cynjinn Island
Cynjinn island by earbender "roscoe! cut it out!" winston hurled a heavy clam shell at his gleefully writhing borzoi dog, missed, and searched about for something larger. no rocks nearby, dammit.
Dawn of the Hellwolves (part 7 of 7)
Chapter 13 Two months hence small snowflakes swirled down outside her horse-stable nursery while Molly lay on her side half-dreaming, milk-heavy teats tingling to the sleepy nursing of five healthy puppies she and Garth had brought into the world. All...
Dawn of the Hellwolves (part 5 of 7)
Molly pressed forward shocked and unbelieving, sniffing over the crumpled body then pressing one ear close hoping for a pulse... and finding one! A weak one, so faint, wouldn't be lasting much longer. She whispered "He's still alive, but not for long....
Dawn of the Hellwolves (part 6 of 7)
Chapter 11 Molly left the trail and walked beside it a ways then hid herself, keeping Beauregard and his man close by. She watching silently as half the rebel band straggled past her--all the strongest men, and the strongest women too, and behind them...
Coyote Eggs
Coyote eggs by earbender testing, testing... is this thing turned on? yes? oh... ah... good. i'll get started then. first thing to say is--don't mess with coyote. that dude is trouble.