Into The Mouths Of Madness
_Evil is often mistaken for an entity. An outside force, maleficent in nature, born out of hatred and contempt. A power that wishes to corrupt us, lead us astray from good._ _Yet we are all born with a true evil inside us. A monster inside our skin....
Golding Incorporated
Making a difference. How could a sentence that short entail so much hard work? Be the change you want to see in the world. Easier said than done; only in the sense that it is a short-syllabic sentence. But Michael found there was truly nothing easy...
Vacation with wizardry (leopard TF)
This story is dedicated to my boyfriend. Because why not? You deserve the world, but since I can sadly not give the entire world to you, I'll give you this story instead^^ // "Komaan, baas, speshel priize!" the vendor screams from the other side of...
Of Dungeons and Dragons
It often surprised Dean that some people could get so mad at him sometimes, especially if they got angry for no reason. This was mostly the case when Dean was playing online. Those people bothered him. It wasn't his fault that they sucked at shooter...
Allistair the Oathbreaker (dragon TF)
Eight years have gone by ever since the young boy named Allistair has gone under servility for Lord Harriston. For a long and harsh eight years had he been Page in the house of Rownham, devouring all the precious words of advice his Lord had given to...
Tome of curses
"Yowch," Flynn squealed and licked across the paper cut on his finger. _Damn book._ "Quiet please," the librarians voice tore through the never ending silence of the school library. "These books are so old," Ash whispered, the mock audible in his...
Of plushes, fires and other curses (Nala TF)
As soon as I had slung the heavy backpack with all my gear across my slender shoulders, I knew that I should've never agreed to the bet that got me here. The tent, pans and all the other caboodle I had stuffed into it clanked with every step and my...
Midnight Riders
_Blood._ A branch whipped across her face and she grunted. Something warm was flowing down her cheek. _Blood._ She wiped the thin trickle off her face and whimpered. She could taste something salty in her fur; was it sweat or were it tears? Perhaps...
Shared tastes
There weren't many things better than a friend with similar interests. Sure, winning the lottery was probably even better, but Ryl was thinking realistically. And such was the case with Naya. Both of them shared a passion for anything 'booty'. Not an...