A Prince in Chains 3: A Memory Changed
[b][u][center]A Prince in Chains Chapter 3: A Memory Changed For Mowgli-Tales By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b] The warmth of the morning had none of the oppressive heat of midday, nor the comforting warmth of the evening...
Memorials
"I really don't get why we had to leave the theatre," James pouted as he walked with his date along the dimly lit park path. "The movie was just getting good!" "I told you," Zach replied sharply, glancing once more over his shoulder back up the path...
Holding onto the past
Disclaimer I do not own pokemon they are property of gamnefreak and Nintendo Authors note I wrote this in about 3 hours This one is a bit more personal to me. I hope many can see where I am coming from with this short story. Editor Cedricdream A...
Memories
Memory is a funny thing. I can't remember how many guys I've fucked over the journey. It has to be a lot, and most of them are just a blur. Some stand out though. Some stand out a lot. Some I wish I could forget. Some I wish I could remember. Some I...
Memories for Cash
I walked up to the kiosk after waiting for what felt like hours. My legs were stiff. My tail felt sore from how it repeatedly curled in anticipation. The melancholic frown curving down my usually bright Labrador muzzle stayed permanent, even as the...
Memories
_A/N: Well here I am, back with the fourth part of this story. Hope you'll enjoy this. Anyways, still don't own either Digimon or Naruto ((If I did, a lot of people would notice a few changes ;) )) And I don't own Beautiful Breakdown or Somewhere, the...
Phase Two: Convert the Shield
"Are you sure? I mean, we did get that one tip." "Yes, and the mon that gave us that tip quickly left didn't he? When we looked through his mind again you saw that he had been lying." The Hitmonchan sighed and shook his head, "My liege, you must take...
Sketchy Memories
I stood up from the concrete step and moved to throw away what remained of the cafeteria-provided lunch. With my stomach full, it was now time to leave my usual seat on the stairs at the quad's far end. With practiced ease, I snagged my backpack up off...
A Cure for Depression
Dent looked at the portrait, frowning as the memories of the time he spent with his mother resurfaced. She had lived to be 84 years old, and at that point her body had begun to give out. He knew she didn't have much longer to live, but the thought...
Yearbook Memories
While packing for a recent move, I uncovered my high school yearbook in the bottom of a carton of stuff under my bed. I stared at the sky blue cover with its gilded falcon in the center, letting the fond and sometimes painful memories wash through my...
Memories
Going Home By SkippOtter Chapter 1 Moving Out Gray floated lazily in the dappled shade covering the swimming hole. This was the last chance the red fox would have to relax for a long time, and he was determined...
Christie's Memories
"Have you read the newest Revealer? The Pokemon minstrel Nando's gay!" "What?!" I didn't expect the shriek. I jittered, squinted, and turned away. They didn't notice. "No, he can't be! I've got posters of him all over my room! How am I gonna look at...