The Birth of Hyperion Academy - Chapter 1
st. bernard knocked at the passenger-side window. parker's dad lowered the window. the loose-jowled st. bernard half-yelled so he could be heard around the din of the ongoing quad party. "hey! new guy?"
Initiation
st. bernard, his nose sniveling. the st. bernard finally got up and hugged heugh, who now started to cry. "he's not just an asshole. he's sadistic. everyone on the team is or becomes sadistic. like, i know galacticgal, right?
Pj and Pete chapter 18
st. bernard standing at their doorstep. the white and brown furred dog was wearing rather old and worn looking clothing with an even more ancient driving cap sitting atop his head.
Nothing Else Matters chapter 11
st. bernard. we caught up easily, as he was swaying and walking slowly. we surrounded him. “what the fuuuuh -” the st. bernard slurred. “hey. i know you.” he looked at me, and pointed at my face. “you’re that human. the one from the bar.
Horse Ride, Part 9 - New Class, New Teacher
The chubby st bernard pup sat down, put her bag down beside her on the 'education grey' carpet, and looked up again to study the tiger who stood by the whiteboard.
Brotherhood's End (Patreon Preview)
st. bernard snickered and answered, "no promises! i'm not your damn housewife!"), i decided to contact dana burg for a quick interview.
Streets paved with gold (1)
I had just returned to bed after visiting the bathroom, my st bernard nose suddenly picking up a strong smell of smoke.
Courage Under Fire
st. bernard. mustering what little he knew of english, moptop said, "pull out." he hoped the st. bernard understood. he didn't want to kill the guy while he was still in spitzohr's ass.
Socks and the Jocks
st. bernard's academy. (and yet, he always looked embarrassed, as he'd run with his tail between his legs to coach's office to borrow another pair.)
From Zero to Hero, Part 3
st. bernard grabs hold of leo and he begins to pull him over the bar counter. i need no other signs and i run forward to the guy.
A Very Kerry Christmas, Part 1
The elder st bernard gazed at the indicated house, the slightly overgrown lawn and the cobbled path, out of the cracks of which moss was beginning to grow. "nice place," he murmured. he looked at kerry.
Mistaken Identity
st. bernard dog came into the room. "hello, mr...." he asked while waiting for his name. "harold. harold larson." "well, mr. larson, you are a lucky fox. my name is leonard prosky.