The Princess, the Dragon, and the Nature of Power
The old stories spoke of the terrible wrath and greed of dragons, how removing even a single stone from their illustrious hoards could bring a nation to ruin.
A Slut and Her Master
#6 of old stories not being continued slut gets taught a lesson _disclaimer: this story was written by myself and dinosauri as a one shot rp.
For the Love of Suicune
.** this is the first chapter of an old story i wrote on fanfiction.net, originally called 'suicune's romance'. this first chapter is pretty horrible and kind of cheesy. please comment on anything you'd like added.
Little Gray Paws
(old story, written long ago.) little grey paws davis slowly awoke, still cradled under flamedramon and in his arms. he felt his stretched ring still filled, so he pushed lightly to push flamedramon's soft member.
The White Room
He flicked through some tv channels, pausing briefly to watch the news but skipping on when he saw it was just the same old stories they always seemed to cover - recession, terrorism, poverty, and this week another freak cold front bringing blizzards to the
The Bad Day
"same old story." "yes i know what you mean" "laura are you sure that you are ok? your voice seems a bit cracked." "well my throat seems to be burning slightly but i feel kinda better than before" "ok.
Igado
Another old story uploaded in 2003 written well before that. igado by dracofiend (kakiro) we focus our story around a small human village. these humans are peaceful people, working hard and living their lives as they want.
Cub Crush (Version 2)
#1 of cub crush long time no see people, i've been avoiding writing for quite a while due to lack of motivation (mainly) so i figured i'd get the ball rolling by doing a rewrite of a few of my old stories to blow off a few of the cobwebs and edit them for
Marianne's Misty Hike (Part 2): The Mystery Cabin
The excited cubs nommed on the delicious delicacies as marianne sat naked with them and told stories, old stories, stories from before the species all got along.
Under The Quiet Moon - II - 01/20/2011
_there are no monsters in the dark... there are no monsters in the dark... the old stories aren't true... silly things like that are only in dreams._ selora repeated these things to herself as she tried to wake up.
Zion Journal 4
It was then then my voice recited a part of the old story from my youth. "i'm just a poor street urchin... i can't afford silver," i don't know what it was about those words, but i felt so much anger and pain course through my body.
Wonder Treatment
#2 of furry uploading a bunch of old stories for your reading pleasure. the specifics vary, but they all involve excess in some form. comments are very much appreciated. "so... how are you feeling?" david sat across sarah's bed.