Careful what you wish for... (F.F.F. Story Entry)
Dax sat bolt upright at the mention of his name and turned to see mrs tillimen, a thirty-two year old english teacher with her arms cross with an unimpressed look on her face.
"The Gift": Richard's Storyline, Ch 5, Part 4
The gryphon spoke in olde english, but his words were completely understandable. "i understood that-- i... wait; this is a rite of binding?" i--
Shown the Ropes
The cub readied himself to throw the ball as he put a cap on his head with his favorite team's logo emblazoned on the front, an old english stylized letter d.
Voyager: Chapter 12
Digging ever more into my poor brain, i prepared another half-assed, bullshit answer that would make my old english teacher cringe. "the feeling of companionship is the feeling of security... um... to feel as if you are with those that you can trust."
The Gift": Richard's Storyline, Ch 5, Part 5
The gryphon spoke in olde english, but his words were completely understandable. "i understood that-- i... wait; this is a rite of binding?" i looked to the gryphon and nodded. "it is, yes. balam showed it to me once before.
Legio Para Nostra, Chapter 1
I spotted a cottage like building, it looked like one from an old english postcard i had seen when i was young. it had white washed stone walls and a thatched roof.
The Real Confessions of A Werewolf
A story of classic thrills and chills, about a wolf-man terrorizing a poor old english town. however, that story is being put on hold. we're going to change the format, just a bit.
A Tale of Two Teens
Aaron said in an old english accent. ""why, i accept your offer." replied sophie giggling. aaron stuck his tongue out at her and then took her hand and headed down the hall to the front of the school.
The size drain tech
"bloody hell, son..." grumbled the old english sheepdog.
Stolen Heart
"yes, philip, whose name, translated in old english means, 'an admirer of horses?'" "mistress unicorn, i believe i've stolen your heart."
Secluded - Prelude & Chapter 1: Sunday Wake-up (Revised)
Pondered the wolf aloud, his voice tone mocking an old english accent at the end.
Documentarians
Dean peterson brush looked every bit the old english academic, sat at his desk wearing a most uncomfortable-looking green tweed jacket over a deep brown shirt. a pair of gold thin-rimmed glasses were perched halfway down his slender vulpine muzzle.