Virishian History
The urrgodh was found deceased the morning after the interview and the journalist was incarcerated after admitting to have murdered the "guest" on his own request.
Still on My Mind
"shouldn't any self-respecting journalist have one, anyway? never know when you hit a scoop!" _or when you want to make a mobile booty call_, i decided.
Slavery in Uraz lands through history: an overview
Newsprint pearl clutched or agitated, journalists yellowed, ambassadors and embassies wrote letters, and the world continued to spin.
A Carpeted Mind
He was unemployed at the moment, but dreamed of becoming a world famous journalist, with millions of people reading his news busting stories, however first, he had to get a job to springboard his career.
Where There's Smoke (Part 1)
Now then, you, my intrepid journalist, surely already know what i learned later about the species that accosted me upon that beach.
Proper Care of Construction Equipment - Chapter 1
Anyway, i had a dozen missed calls from journalists." her black lips curled into a grimace. "guess that explains it." from a pocket she fished a phone, or rather a tablet that looked like a phone in her hands.
The Resurrected Man.
Behind them in the second carriage were the journalists and reporters from various news outlets in the area.
Shade Hunter
He'd given up detective work for a safer and more lucrative profession as a journalist. walking home he finished the beer and had a good enough buzz to forget the rest of the trek.
Hero and Villains
While the audience laughed at his joke, the journalist leaned a bit in her chair getting closer to him. "oh, but i wasn't talking about work dear!"
Interview with a Killer - The Burster
He could tell by her excited squirming, and her scent, her interest was more than just a journalistic curiosity.
Cops and Villain
The office was empty, the young wolf blushed as he remembered his superior was currently giving a speech to the journalists.
Age of Heroes Ch07 Class Positions
Wireless microphones and phones recording dialogue were shoved in front his face, each journalist clearly thirsty for whatever soundbyte they could muster.