The Case of the Lady's Lament
It is from a certain miss abigail hawkins of kent. she complains of; well, shall i have you read it?" "if you wish. aloud i assume, so that you may hang on my every word?" "don't flatter yourself watson.
Cry me a Murder (conclusion) Otherkin, my Demonheart
"eugene kent," i whispered. "that's the name of my dad." - - - the end - - -
The Adventures of Vyxsin the Vixen- Clubbing
Also, since i haven't stated as such before, kent (who doesn't appear in this story) kelly and christy are all (as of now) copyright to me. vyxsin and rob have been for a while.
Cry Me a Murder (Part three) The Sun, the Sea and the Silent Scream
kent!" he took a bulging manila-folder from his desk drawer. it was stuffed with pencil drawings of tentacle-like monsters, all sickly pale with expressionless eyes and small, sharp teeth.
Blood, Sweat, and Diesel: Chapter 16 (Revised)
That was the best one for me after being an exile: having a canine "pack" to feel at home in; scott, okie, and kent, and all the other tank crews. "my friends are out there," i said, after trying to find a way to put it simply "i can't leave them."
Everyday Life - 2 - Scholarly Schooling
"i was good friends with my brother, kent. i always liked borrowing his clothes." "you liked wearing boy's clothes growing up?" ron asked. "no, but fortunately for me, neither did kent."
Chapter 28: Return to Corneria
It was also over this period of time that walter kent had presented several news stories covering cerinian culture and the people of new cerinia.
Chapter 35: Counter Coup d'État
She was called to replace walter kent after unknown agents interrupted his broadcast. mister kent's whereabouts are unknown."_ katt relayed the information. "pricilla kane of the corneria enquirer. that's who.
Hic Sunt Dracones
"i've been looking for stories by clark kent and lois lane for laughs at this point, roger." sarah sighed and put the paper down, rubbing her eyes. "god, what in the _hell_ happened to us?"
The Perfect Storm
kent," he said, and we shook hands. "everything seems in order, but it seems here you have a current injury?" "yeah, my knee. hurts whenever i bend it, so i try not to do much with it," i replied.
Havana or Hell, part four
I was still daniel kent, a twenty-two year old citizen of oakfort, and failing sociology student. but my legs had grown strong and covered in light brown fur, my arms grew long and powerful while i watched.
Fallen Angels, Part three -Scratching the Itch
#3 of fallen angels daniel kent lives in a world of voices and visions. he sees things that are not there. he hears invisible voices speaking to him.