Five Nights at Freddy's: The Mutant Bowl of Salad
**yes, this entire thing was crack. i apologize for any giggles or crack-ups that occurred.**
Green scales
I'm having the dream again. My bed sinks through the floor, through a thick canopy into a dark green world where the air is so hot and humid one can barely breathe. It settles between the roots of a massive tree, and as soon as it stands steady on...
Golden eyes
As her sister watched, I placed my hand on her neck, grasping her fur, as soft as velvet. At the touch of my hand her eyes widened, and it would be enough to make her back arch, were it not that I held her so firmly. Her big amber eyes looked up into...
022 - Prime pt.05
-VALENTINES DAY 2011- -23:03- Butters went to check their phone, to see it had just gone eleven, about a few hours since she had last heard from Chloe or Venus. Butters briefly considered checking up on them both, but found themselves in a delicate...
Scars Or Cracks
Scars Or Cracks SnakesShadow This is my first poem that I'm going to put on here. I've not put anything else up since I just haven't had the motivation to do so, but I've got a little bit right now. If you don't know why I'm uploading something...
Cracking the Code
Time is running out... Just tonight at the strike of midnight, the staff of Ponyville Hospital forwarded the current condition of our dear friend to us. Just this evening, his physical integrity began to spiral downward at a frightening rate. At such...
Crack The Whip
_Just a quickie that I wrote up in an hour or so today! See the snuff edit _[**here!**](https://www.sofurry.com/view/739844) _ ~~~~ _ Madame French patted the riding crop against her hand expectantly. She watched the horse being led into the training...
The Cracked Collar
Scale clad eyes narrowed as the dragoness strained her wings to travel faster. She stretched her magical senses to their limits and tapped into her reserves to boost her range as much as she could. She knew that all her hatchlings were as alive and...
Cracks in the Stone
Kathleen purred as the sun's warmth seeped into her fur. The contrast between the warm outdoors and the icy chill of the classroom was a welcome change, though classes were made all the more difficult when one knew of the beauty of the day passing...
Cracked, but not broken
Aaron sat in his room, sitting as comfortably as he could on one of his old chairs, taking shallow little puffs of his cigarette, tapping it now and then into an ashtray he'd made from a bit of pipe and some mesh years ago, when he'd first started...
At the Crack of a Whip
I couldn't help but crack a smile at her response. "what?" she asked with a hint of suspicion. "you've changed an awful lot since we were last together. you used to always follow the rules." "that got real boring, real quickly," she smiled.
Seeing the Cracks
He would crack jokes sometimes. "um. let's do the treatment then." i sign the waiver promising to tell them if i have any nightmares or bad side effects from the direct synaptic digital reality treatment. it's a lie.