Monday Meetings
Another continuation of the story. Threw in some stuff that made me happy while writing, hopefully it does some of the same for you. Caution, shameless plug at the end ^.^ Please rate it, fav it and comment Monday Meetings By Mog Moogle ...
Noisy Lack of Gathering (Otherwise Untitled)
~ The goat's ears perked again, a cup with gradually melting ice on the table before him, and sighed. For all of the raucous chatter and music of the arcade, the dining area was only sparsely populated. A plate of french fries cooled slowly next to the...
A Coincident Meeting
"Hello" he typed, wanting so deeply to hug the reciepient. Miles was chatting to his friend Sunni online. Sunni was another fox at age 17 and they'd been chatting for a couple weeks now. He had met Sonny online on a site that he'd secretly visit to...
Counter Earth Chronicles Fallen Empire Chapter 113: What Once Was And What Will Never Be (The Future Of Our Future Part V)
“mahsa, what is the status of the oasis?" the female warrior asked opening up the meeting. “we have fifty persons in our sanctuary." “i thought we had more?" the female gorilla asked.
Not Quite Punishment
Every monday, 8am sharp, beckons the weekly software status meeting, where one of the software development managers outlines the current progress and future plans for all the managers.
My Chubby and Me.
After what seemed like hours, the manager finally adjourned the weekly status meeting and sent the workers back to their post. david made a beeline to the restroom, but he was stopped by one of his pals.
Counter Earth Chronicles Fallen Empire Chapter 66: The World Is Not Going To Change Because You Want It To (Home Part V)
“yes little cutie- it is a status meeting where all of us converse and express ideas." shakara teased. “and concerns." dianna said. “we have continued to have them frequently even after your departure."
The Bimbo Hack
The status meeting with the client was in the afternoon, which gave me some time. i decided a walk would clear my head, so i threw on some comfortable clothes and set out on a quick trip around the neighborhood.
The Journey Home
Or throw it at the corrections ethics board at their next status meeting. which was just another sign that she, herself, needed to get out of the void zone and never come back.