Pizza Time
Prologue: There's a plot later I swear The night air was cold and moist in the light drizzle. Not a speck of moonlight broke through the grey clouds overhead. Despite having decades to adjust to the rain, downtown Seattle didn't look any better in...
Vagrant Pleasures
Fy sighed as he left the ATM. He had gone through the savings from his last gig a lot faster than he had expected. His wallet was conspicuously empty, and zeros still danced in his eyes. Oh well. I'll figure it out. He traded his worryingly thin wallet...
Don't Believe Foxes
With breakfast finished and another, much faster shower taken, Riley struggled with selecting his outfit for the day. The satyr frowned sharply as he stood nude before his much more colorful side of the closet. He pored over the combinations, the...
Jak & Daxter: Right Tool for the Job
Jak & Daxter: Safety Right Tool for the Job by Tempo Jak just wants to fix his racer. Daxter has other ideas. ~ ~ ~ On his back under a dune buggy, Jak could see how ottsels had conquered the stars. Sure, it was hard to clean grease out of his...
Painting Pictures -- RUBY
Haha, oh my goodness, I wrote up the other one in such a short amount of time, I figured I'd give this one a little try as well. I'm having just random fun with these, hehe. As usual much like the last one, there is only one limit: 1000 words, no more,...
The movie: the first scene
Wastrel didn't know what he was doing in such a place, but he knew that it wasn't the same place that the add in the newspaper promised him. Maybe he shouldn't have trusted mere words in the daily newspaper, but again, why shouldn't he? He had nothing...
Serinthia's Dance With the Coyote
On a Friday night at the Gryphon's Den, it was a difficult task to find anyone who was completely stone-cold sober. Of course, most of the people there on a Friday night weren't entirely drunk, either. A good portion of them were simply riding a...
Rock Dog: Day Job
Rock Dog: Day Job by Tempo ~ ~ ~ A red fox with a bass guitar sat in an office chair. She idly traded little sketches of strumming with her new boyfriend. The dog in question sat cross-legged on the floor, plucking notes from a battered...
Xena Huscoon In Heat and Her Joyofolf Treat
"Don't tell me that you don't like it. You've been talking about how much you'd just **love** to see me as a little husky bitch." "...I won't deny any part of that statement, but you're not exactly a husky, love." "I don't think you mind all that...
Pre Game Rituals
When any sports team was riding a long winning streak, they had a tendency to over-analyze all of the things that really **didn't** matter. They'd take into consideration who made it into the locker room first before the game, and who was the last...
The Tragic Story of Aeddan Smith: Subject 5 CH 8
CH 8 Plans and Rescues "Think it will go 'way?" the snow leopard asked as he peeked over the ridge edge at the chimera wandering about the meadow. "Not likely, chimeras were created for hunt and kill missions. They were basically brainwashed in...
Impeccable Service
Night had long since fallen, the headlights of the car shown clearly on the garage as it pulled into the driveway, rivaled in brightness only by the lit porch lights at the end of the walkway. Soon enough after parking, the man took the lead with his...