Reaching
I show up five minutes early in a collared shirt and nice-but-not-quite-dress pants; neither was comfortable, but today is about appearances. He had invited me to George's but I paid for the last date when it was just coffee, if he paid this time when...
The Looming Threat
The stranger gazed intently at lord shepperton, a smirk forming on his weathered lips. now was the moment he was going to reveal their connection. - that's because i'm not mere stranger, lord shepperton.
Kit's Stranger Danger: A Talespin Fanfic
It was now 3:00 and school had just ended for the day. Kit Cloudkicker Cunningham left the building with his Friends Teddy and Ernie as soon as the bell rang. "Hey Kit." Ernie said looking at his watch. "Hey Kit," Ernie said "You wanna come with us to...
Reading
A poem about strangers. one i wrote up yesterday, but didn't show until now. not that i needed to edit or anything. it's mostly free verse although i really seem to like using repetition in this one.
Beef-ore: chapter 3
Normally she wouldn't trust strangers, especially one as interesting and inquisitive as laura; but she wanted to hear her out at least.
Solid Ground CHapter 1 (Draft)
Her apprehension of the stranger walker ebbed slightly with her paw resting on her pistol. technically it was becca's but it was more or less hers.
Shadow Of A Doubt [Reboot]: Ch 1 - Crimson Contestant
_ryu's master's words echoed strongly in his mind, as he followed the two strangers deeper into the forest.
Tied Up
"do you like strangers touching you? inspecting you?" krista's head bounced, shyly agreeing.
Stranger
#1 of stranger this story is a joint effort between me and cyndon: [http://cyndon.deviantart.com](http://cyndon.deviantart.com) we rped it, and i turned it into a story with his help. warning!
A Stranger.
Kit's beginning. Kit, the light orange and white fox, rose up out of the hard cushioned mattress that he had come to know as his bed. He quickly searched around the mattress to find his phone before grabbing it and checking the time. ...
The Stranger
I wake nervous. The television still flickers, the sound low. I shift my position on the couch and my empty TV dinner tray falls to the carpet. My whiskers quiver. A roof beam cracks as it settles. A soft, extended sigh wafts up from the baseboards as...
The Strangers
All are being watched by the strangers. "do you think the time is right for our arrival?