Prologue
The Waiting is the Hardest Part _A Reposted Collection of Dvorak's Tweets_ **_Prologue_** : Oh... How do I get myself into these things? How do we _all_ get ourselves into these things? If there's one thing I've learned from the customer feedback of...
Room 429 - Chapter Five
Sasha huddled in the corner, her knees clutched to her chest. She didn't even remember going there. Her eyes were downcast; the other two people in the room were saying something, but her mind was too busy to listen. Besides, what did it matter? Odds...
Room 429 - Chapter Three
What were they going to do? Sasha asked herself that over and over on the way back to her quarters. Was it because she found out Marcus wasn't really an army lieutenant? The lynx had unplugged all the microphones and cameras, or at least she thought...
Room 429 - Chapter Four
A shape drifted into view, shaped like a brick with two squat, forward-swept wings, adorned all over with antennae, soft lights blinking on the tips. A brighter light separated from the bottom and began to drift toward her, gliding silently, before...
Room 429 - Chapter Two
The fox arched her back, her pert breasts poking up into the air, half from pleasure, half in an attempt to escape Sasha's tongue. "ahhh.... hhaaah... noooo, don do this, I don't like girls, I donoooOOHHH" Sasha made a hook with the finger currently up...
Room 429 - Chapter One
"You are prisoner 4-F in room 429 of this facility. My name is Sasha. You are here because you deserve to be." Her words were formal, but her tone was more... personal. She toyed with the fur on top of the captive wolf's head, leaning over the back of...
Room 429 - Chapter Six
The guard opened the door in front of them, ushering them through and onto what appeared to be a metal catwalk. To either side of them was darkness and a long fall. A few meters in front of them, curved, black metal wall presented them with another...
Uri's Bittersweet Story
The sun was barely breaking over the mountains as Hyena Brigade Company III of the Kiyanti Home Guardsmen assembled on the parade ground for morning muster. As their commanding officer, Lieutenant Kruger, arrived, a suppressed giggle rippled through...
An Ordinary Week: Sunday. Part II: The Reckoning
Kevin dragged his eyes open, the sunlight having fallen upon them at some point, denying him his rest. His gaze swept lazily about the room, taking in the streams of bright sunlight and the dazzling sparkles on the ceiling made by the glimmering...