Puppet Master
The Puppet Master The black keep sat high on the hill squatting over the village below. Sunlight seemed to sink into its dull stones and an evil aura seemed to billow forth from it. Travelers whispered as they passed by it on their way through the...
Poke'-More
"Poke-more" Kit swatted at a bit of leafy foliage that barred his way as he at last came to a clearing. He was sweating like a pig after a good four hour walk from the last Pokémon center. He had heard from several other trainers reports of odd...
A Familiar’s Touch
"A Familiar's Touch" * * * Jenna fought back a sniffle as she padded down the carpet clad hall. No. She would not let her classmates she her cry. She wouldn't give that bitch the satisfaction. She stopped at the heavy wooden door that opened to the...
How I Became the Bitch of a Gallic God
"How I Became the Bitch of a Gallic God" My name is Dirk Ericson. For most people, heartbreak will leave you at the bottom of a bottle, for me it got me all the way to the Island of Hoy. It's a small island in Orkney, Scotland off the far northern...
Daniel in the Lion's Den
"In the Lion's Den" Daniel's hand found his forehead but it did nothing to ease the pain of a night of booze and surely several other drugs. It was still dark when he opened his eyes and it felt like he was in a bed though he didn't know where. The...
Bloody Knuckle: Ronson's story part 3: Penned
Bloody knuckle ronson's story part 3: penned knuckle and i walked to the elevator from chaz's penthouse suite, after givin us a bit of important information.
Pen love and Pokemon - Chapter 1: A journey begins
#2 of pen, love and pokemon **pen, love and pokemon** **a journey begins!** zeke dropped his pen upon hearing the voice, unable to believe it. "d-did you just speak? with me?" he stammered.
Commission: Happy Birthday to Goo
pen followed the tug and rolled onto his side, then his back until he was looking up at pen. the dragonite let out a low purr as he lowered himself down onto pen, pressing belly to belly.
Lessons of Life
"pen... what wrong...???" rumbles into my terror-stricken ears. in a flash i'm ripped from my bed as though i weigh nothing to him, clutching me to his worm fury chest in his protective bear hug. "pen... pen!...
-: 30 HOURS EARLIER :-
Stump pen.
Learnin' the trade
Uncle pen always kept his car in his garage. with this task finished... arn entered the house and trotted around to the kitchen. the food on the stove was still warm... just as uncle pen had said.
Just a night out on the town
pen walked back down to the giant maw.