Forced Entry
Chapter Three: Forced Entry _ _ "I've never felt so great after waking up." _Breakfast! _ Nic had never been excited about eating breakfast, but the smells wafting up to the bedroom were, to say the least, heavenly. ...
The Sleepover
he told himself. "But maybe... I wonder if he'll have eaten yet?" He shivered with excitement. _Get a hold of yourself!_ he thought, and took a deep breath. _Get yourself worked up and he'll be suspicious, you idiot! _ Now...
An Old Friend
_either the school's started using invisible ink to promote memorizing students' names,_ he mused, _or something's wrong here. _ he didn't have time to mull over this strange event, not now at least, because he had class to go to.
Afterparty
_Okay. So. It's been forever since my last story, and school is officially back in session, sans me, the graduate. Yikes._ _Well, a new place in life and new perspectives has me switching fursona species...to my chagrin. But, to start this off...
Ramblings of a Twenty-Something Nothing
I hate the way hospitals smell. It's not that they just smell like death, or that there's always the reek of chemical cleaners, or that there's never a floor where someone hasn't crapped themselves recently. Hospitals smell like traces of lost hope and...
Bumblings of a Twenty-Something Nothing
I relish the fuzzy feeling of sleep as it slides from my consciousness the next morning. There is a great show of yawning and stretching before I drag myself from the bed toward the bathroom. I stop to check, perhaps even admire my nude form in the...
A Big Advantage
Glancing over at the paper one more time to make sure he had it memorized, he pulled the small brush and pot of ink from the pouch. with a quick twist of his wrist, he pulled the lid off the ink and dipped the brush in.
Akili, Prince of Giraffes
Akili finished the final stroke and set his quill aside, blowing gently on the stone to dry the ink before he placed it upon the desk.
Surface (Chapter 2)
In the same way, mano had believed, her ink could be mightier than any sword, and be much more far-reaching. the only difference was that her ink hadn't been meant to blind people but to allow them to see.
Academ: A Curse at Night
Why didn't you use your ink to heal my neck if it is so potent?"
The Magician's Test
Setting down his ink container, the ghost stood up and reached his hands out while closing his eyes. his cloak rippled as his shadow below him began deforming, stretching out towards the ink circle.
Tension Break
The smell of smoke and burnt coal filled her nostrils as she breathed, ripping her away from her daydream and causing her to cough violently, knocking over another bottle of ink. kona looked down to find another spreadsheet ruined with ink.