The Airport Run (2)
**the airport run (2)** written by wolfie steel.
Final Chance 3
It is just before nine thirty pm and I am standing outside of Dieter's quarters, my right hand-paw raised to knock on the door but frozen in motion as I begin to overthink what I am about to do. I cannot deny the fact that I am already at half-mast as...
The Secret Crush, 1
By jackson taylor (wolfie steel) and lupine catastrophe. i would like to thank my very good friend lupine catastrophe for agreeing to help me co-write this story, a tale that involves his fursona and my new second fursona, jackson taylor.
Warehouse Dog 1
**In an abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of London.** Great, another night being spent inside this old warehouse, I would say that at least it is dry and warm but all the windows are broken so they let the cold air in and the roof has so many...
The Farmers Boy (3)
Half an hour later a huge four by four pulls in by the side of my truck and a vision of loveliness steps from the cab, I can tell that Mike has brains as well as looks as he has rocked up in work boots, blue denim jeans and a very warm-looking jacket....
Tango on the dance floor, Part 4
I finally get the all clear to leave the hospital, the only things to show for my visit to the A&E department are cotton balls wedged into my nose pad, a package with some pain meds in it, a white heavily bloodstained shirt, and a gorgeous Doberman...
Little Drummer Dog (15)
Little drummer dog. (15) ## by wolfie steel.
The Samaritan (Ch, 3)
I am brought out of my thoughts as the taxi pulls up to what appears to be a humble two bedroomed house, the paint on the outside walls is badly in need of an overhaul and some of the window frames have obviously seen better days, but I have always...
The Samaritan (Ch, 2)
I wake up what I suppose must be several hours later, I realise that my mouth is as dry as the Sahara Desert, I reach for the call button and give it a press, moments later a male Labrador dressed in a nurses uniform enters the room. "Hello Mr Banks,...
The Samaritan (Ch, 1)
There has to be something better than this, here I lie on the cold and wet pavement, blood streaming from my nose, my vision fading in and out of focus, my old and tattered wallet lies next to my head and I am pretty sure that whatever was left in it...
Eraser Ch.1.
So I'm relaxing in my den after completing my latest job, a cold can of soda in my right paw, a copy of today's newspaper open on my lap, I sigh a little as I read about what is going on in the world around me, from kidnappings to bombings, from sex...
The Farmers Boy (1)
Hi there, welcome to Hale's Farm, my name is Tristan Hale, single pawed owner and worker of the agricultural farm handed down to me by my folks, Lyla and Paul Hale. For four years now I have been what you might call chief cook and bottle washer, oh...