Wil and Armin

Wil stared at the TV screen, not really watching whatever show Armin had dug out of the dredges of the cable TV menu that night. His right hand held an half-finished can of Pepsi, his left idly fiddled on the couch armrest. The bear's mind drifted...

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Teaching a Feral New Tricks

I'm not dead. My writer's muse is just a bitch. Sequels to my other stories (where there will be sequels) are in the works, they're just progressing in fits and spurts. They'll be out in time, but I can't give y'all a good time table. I wish I could....

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