Death In The Holy Land: Pt. 1
"We need to send them a message." Said General Ahriel. One of his aides looked up at him. "What do you want it to say, sir?" The general shot the aide a strange look. "Not that type of message, we need to attack them, call in my staff." The aide...
Phu No Pants Day
Come to think of it, there seemed to be a dearth of shirts in the general area, almost as if they were on strike...
Strike!
#1 of kamira and rikka's lives strike! this is a story about kamira the black and white husky (myself) and rikka hyou, a white and black spotted snow leopard.
Game of Squash
strike and sunny ultimately lost that game, so landry chose a game. he got a chair, which only seated one person, but strike and sunny were able to sit on the arms.
Strike Two
strike two." the handsome little donkey smirking, as he looked up at his friend standing there masturbating. even now the cuckold loving voyeur in jeffery, was more powerful than the horny husband wanting to breed.
Strike A Pose
"just hop up there, strike a couple poses, and then start getting undressed." she set her book bag down and walked over to the platform, butterflies in her stomach. she tried to remember the poses she'd seen in paintings and magazines.
Striking out
Trish, a rather striking woman in a very alluring dress, had been waiting at the bar when he walked into the club. after the usual "mind if i sit here? do you come here often?"
Shadow Strike
**chapter 2** **shadow strike** (as the others in the library wait cautiously, dalton soon came running in and towards one of the doors. dalton was trying to push a bookcase in front of it.) sam: dalton, what happened!? camille: where's justin?
The Final Strike
Grazar came to our aid due to the sound of the Dragon Flute I had found. As soon as he found me, he was actually overjoyed to see me and couldn't stop nuzzling me despite the fact that Sly and the others were watching him. I can tell he didn't want a...
Final Strike
#11 of underneath the wars another planned section for this 'historical fiction' written 2013 **final strike** in 109m balance shifted in america and the struggle for morph freedom was set back once more.
The Sudden Strike
But he knew a night strike would be great. it would catch littlefoot off guard. chomper chuckled coldly. the others must be so tired that they wouldn't be prepared for a sudden attack! "troop zeta!" he shouted.
First Strike
#7 of tales of freakport first strike disclaimer: all persons, locations and situations depicted in this story are fictitious and copyrighted to michael t.