The Gryphon's Goal: Chapter 4, Part 4

Larry willed himself not to be under the questions. She was a doctor, a psychologist, and there had to be a purpose to them, even if he couldn't see it. "Because they treat me like an equal." The doctor nodded. "Well, that's all the time we have." She...

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The Gryphon's Goal: Chapter 4, Part 3

"We'll be back in a half hour," Daniel said. "I'll make sure our house wrecking son behaves himself." Larry got out of the van and followed his mother inside one of the offices. The waiting room was spartan; the walls a cream color with pictures of...

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The Gryphon's Goal: Chapter 3, Part 1

"You need a bodyguard," Osaze said, folding his hands on the lunchroom table. "He's right," Sampson said in between bites of his pizza slice. "Do either of you want the job?" Larry asked, poking a claw tip at his fish filet sandwich. "Being your...

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The Gryphon's Goal: Chapter 1, Part 4

"It's okay," Larry said, the inside of his feathered ears felt flush with embarrassment. Everyone had their eyes on him now, and he felt awkward. Sampson gripped Larry's shoulder. "Yeah, you be sure to knock me down, Freddy. Scabs are sexy." Larry...

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The Gryphon's Goal: Chapter 4, Part 2

Daniel Grant, patriarch of the family. was tall, regal, and had the airs of a professional, even when dressed in blue jeans and a t-shirt with the slogan _All This AND Brains Too!_ His emerald-green eyes never missed any details and while they couldn't...

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The Gryphon's Goal: Chapter 4, Part 1

"Courtland was going to beat you up?" Sampson said. "If Plato wasn't there, I would've been a pulped gryphon," Larry said. Sampson's eyes flicked back and forth from the road to Larry. "Huh! I wouldn't have hired Plato as your bodyguard. I thought he...

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The Gryphon's Goal: Chapter 3, Part 4

"Sorry I'm late, Mister Kimbrell," Larry said as he entered the classroom. He felt the weight of everyone's eyes as he approached his desk. "I had to really go to the bathroom." It was the truth, even if it wasn't all of the truth. Mister Kimbrell, a...

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The Gryphon's Goal: Chapter 3, Part 3

"You let him go first, Courtland," a soft voice replied. Once free of the foo dog's claws, Larry scrambled away to what he hoped was a safe distance. The minotaur from the hallway held Courtland's wrist in what must have been a painful angle, given...

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The Gryphon's Goal: Chapter 3, Part 2

"Oh, really?" said Sampson, smirking. "Which team is it?" "He's going to say basketball," Larry said. Osaze nodded. "The shrimpy one is correct." A sly grin began to form on his long, slender muzzle. "We basketball players are a...

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The Gryphon's Goal: Chapter 1, Part 1

Larry crouched as the striker closed in on him. He wanted to flex his wings out of nervous habit, but the clips that pinned them to his back wouldn't budge. Rules were rules. Suddenly the striker kicked the ball towards the goal, and Larry lunged to...

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The Gryphon's Goal: Chapter 1, Part 2

Sampson patted Larry on the leg. The touch made the gryphon's heart race, and he felt an almost electrical current rush through his spine. "Well, I'm glad I got some company. Nobody else trusts my driving." "You just got it a couple weeks ago." "And...

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The Gryphon's Goal: Chapter 1, Part 3

Larry rolled his eyes. "As if. You know I'd beat you up." "Maybe in Fantasyland you would." Freddy winked up at Larry, then saw Sampson. "Hey, Sampson. Where's your mutt? I'm hungry." Sampson's mouth opened in shock as he looked at Larry, his eyes...

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