Manic's Repayment 5
Cw: rape and hate speech this is a sonic the hedgehog fanfiction.
Manic's Repayment 4
Cw: rape and hate speech this is a sonic the hedgehog fanfiction.
Manic's Repayment 1
Cw: rape and hate speech this is a sonic the hedgehog fanfiction.
Manic's Repayment 2
Cw: rape and hate speech this is a sonic the hedgehog fanfiction.
A Day in the Undersector
I just hate talking about it--and in hindsight, i really shouldn't have mentioned it. but there's no doubt in my mind that i shouldn't have done what has been done. "it's _not_ an accomplishment, it's _not_ impressive.
tigers on the brain part 4
Well i hate talking about class so, class was boring as usual and i was at my final class bio. _ring ring_, finally i said to myself. school is boring for me since i memorized the whole text book in each of my classes.
Asharan: Jake and Ben ch 3
Jake said in such a boring tone, he always hated talking about the world and all things like that. he usually would distance himself from many problems from the world and didn't seem to care much.
Only Because I Care ( Part 1 )
He always wondered how he ended up in the occupation he had, because he hated talking to others and kept to himself while he could. and here he was, talking to dozens of clients a day about buying and selling stock.
Junior Year: The Trial
He cited roberts' behavior towards furs and the hate speech he would spout off in class. the prosecutor objected saying that chase was never in any of roberts' classes. but the judge allowed it. so chase went on.
We don't hate being micros chapter 7 - Mutually Beneficial
George grumbles; he always hated talking about that war. terry stares down at him with a sympathetic gaze and pets over the wolf with a finger. "i think you're a person, george." he smiles a little bit and george can only smile back.
Lost Dark
She drew closer to dark and took a deep breath, "i hate talking to just a face. what's your name, wolf?" "someone with manners? my name is dark." "dark, huh? very mysterious name. nice fur you have there."
"Where do I go from here?"
How she hated talking. she found her way toward the woods, moreso her hunting grounds. in her luck, there were tracks. deer; she smiled. she wasn't an artisit, she couldn't craft, her cooking was quaint at best.