After Life
They say what awaits after you die is something that nobody knows about. And indeed, since it's always a one way trip, it's unlikely anybody would ever tell the tale. In the Void Between, a space located between the realms of the living and the unseen,...
One Week to Change: Chapter 10
**Given** **Up** Lights, blinding... Eyes, burning... Paws, strapped... Breath......... Easy? I tried to force my eyes closed as their lids were peeled open and held in place, but the moment...
Friends In a Better, Braver Lifetime
Friends In A Better, Braver...
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For how long I've been crying, I don't know. The sky was already painted with shades of purple, orange, and grey by the time I noticed. I expect that this was all a bad dream, that I was going to wake up soon. But no, his framed image of him was still...
The Love they Shared Part 4
Note: Sorry this took so long. I have been extremely busy in recent so I have not been able to work on it that much. Um...I had plans to add on after this part of the story concludes, but Im still working out the kinks so it will take some time. Enjoy...
Nyctophobia
There was a house in a forest. IT was quite a remote place, bordered on all sides by high-reaching trees and on a bit of a hill, wedged between earth and sky. It was a two-story house, on the second story of which was a balcony, an overlook: if someone...
Letting Go (Concept)
The explosian rocked the aircraft, knocking the young German Sheapord against the wall as his friend tried to keep the aircraft stable. With a shout the Persian feline tried to wake his friend to no avail. Seeing that the craft was a lost cause...
Another Chance
"How long have we been wandering here for, Trey? This wouldn't have happened if we went back the way we came in." the dark wolf growled with annoyance, he didn't even look at his friend as the two of them walked through the unfamiliar path that may or...
Red Moon: Wolves of Stalingrad Pt. 5
Red Moon: Wolves of Stalingrad Part 5 Franz crept through the woods silently, only moving when the wind blew to cover the noise of his boots crunching the snow beneath. He had his rifle clutched tightly in his grasp with a single round chambered....
What Might Have Been
Author's Notes: I made a terrible mistake. I ran. And every day for the last nine years, my decision has eaten at me. Maybe this - my apology in prose - will help me finally move beyond some of these demons. Because of that, this is a bit different...
Bardic Regrets
The door slams shut. The last chance for socialization sealed behind that door. Munie the kobold maid would sometimes speak to him, but there isn't much to say. His first few days as a kobold were fraught with troubling visions and sensations. He could...
Regrets of Old
Along the halls of Camaran Palace, Lucario paced as he searched his surroundings. Several of the Palace's subjects conversed with each other, some greeting the jackal as he passed. With a huff, he closed his eyes, using the power of the Aura to expand...