Going the wrong way can be both good and bad
Across her upper torso, floof seemed to develop. thick fur that seemed almost floofy, like some kind of a poncho. what in the hell kind of werewolf was this, with floof seemingly to develop right across the front of her neck?
Were I Home for Christmas...
As he did that, i cracked one half dozen eggs into another bowl with some milk-to make the eggs fluffy-and whisked it.
Whirling Onward
And she was wearing a frothy confection of a white dress, lace and satin that set off her dark grey fur, flowing out from her waist in an explosion of fluff. she looked more feminine, more soft, than cindy had ever seen her.
Scars Ch. 14
Tiny drips of water drop from the damp ceiling onto the floor. I lay in my cage, knees down, metal cuffs clasp against my hands, chains connected to the cuffs go straight up to the roof of my cell making my arms outstretch painfully over me. My groggy...
Scars Ch. 6
Scars Ch. 6 I woke up to the sound of footsteps. I sat up, my hands outstretched to my sword which is up against the side of the couch. I look in every direction, every corner. I see a shadow move in the corner of my eye and I take out my sword in a...
Scars Ch. 5
Scars Ch. 5 Me and Chris are walking down the old, decrepit streets of downtown Midna. Deteriorated shops line the streets; gloomy shopkeepers sweep the dust away from their doors. Prostitutes, drug dealers, and sex offenders are the majority in this...
Scars Ch. 4
Scars Ch. 4 Inside the International Bank of Midna, people stroll in and out. Bankers shake hands with customers, the security guard is standing at the front of the bank, his eyes scanning the vicinity in search of any disturbances, but there are...
Scars Ch. 3
Scars Ch. 3 I dodge another attack as Ollie swings his tail. I block it with my right hand. Ollie uses his strong leg and kicks me right in the chest, knocking the breath out of me. I skid back as Ollie hops back and forth, a devilish grin on his...
Scars Ch. 2
Scars Ch. 2 Patrick stands at the doorway, speechless, as I sit at the couch watching TV. Patrick tries saying something, but quickly closes his mouth. Chris walks out of his bedroom and is quickly grabbed by Patrick and pulled back into the...
Scars Ch. 1
Scars Ch. 1 I'm walking. I don't know how long I've been walking. Just like how I don't know how long this unending rain has been going on. I'm walking down a dirt road, my tired feet dragging against the wet, hard floor. The only thing covering my...
Scars Ch. 8
In the middle of the night; Lucan, Chris, and Patrick have all gone to bed. In an alleyway close to the their apartment, Victor stumbles around, holding his right arm in pain. Victor stops and leans against a trash dumpster, wincing slightly from the...
Scars Ch. 7
Patrick is at a local bar drinking a beer. His eyes looking in each and every direction. His right hand grasping the glass of cold liquor and downs the drink in one gulp. He sets the beer down and looks to the small t.v. set on the corner of the bar....