Camping, The Right Way.

The blue tick hound said, motioning to nothing in particular. the forest around them was quiet, truly quiet, only his distant songs of feral birds breaking the peaceful silence.

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Just a short abstract story

Just some random comments from my mind, it's been a long time since i've been here clock is ticking so fast and so slow my paw twitches with excitement what's going to happen next?

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Tick Tock ~ Chapter 1

That was the only thing to go through her head, over and over, as she flew through the air, a long stream of scarlet flowing through the air. Her eyes slits, she fell to the ground, legs crumpling feebly. She looked up at the hyena leering over her,...

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Tick Tock

Why ticking? _tick, tick, tock_. the infernal clock! it would not stop. the unicorn bit her lip and groped the groove at the back of the device, seeking out where the batteries were concealed.

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A Striped Tail Chapter 1: Tick Tock

Take, for instance, the tick of a particular pocket watch, and it's owner. tick. the sound of water a fair way down. tick. the crunch of snow under foot. tick. a click and a slight whirring noise. tick. a soft buzzing. tick. a meaty thud. tick.

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The Flea and Tick Treatment

Despite their clothing the ticks had managed to get everywhere this year. he picked up the tweezers and grasped the tick at the point it met her skin. he popped it out. itzel squeaked. "sorry." "buggers in deep this year?"

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Chapter One: When the Clock Ticks Dawn

* * * * * * **chapter one: when the clock ticks dawn** * * * the soft mist of the early morning hanged heavy.

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The Ticking End

#1 of the ticking end the ticking end prelude six months ago: "it doesn't have to be like this. you know that... it can end a different way."

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Venturing: Same Ticks

Venturing: same ticks the door opened before us, we stepped back to allow whoever owned the building to come forth and revealed himself. the owner was a middle age dragon. gray scaled, yellow underbelly.

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Scotch on the Rocky

Scotch on the Rocky By Isiat Squire Carcer Some nights, luck simply wasn't on your side. Tonight was one of those nights for Rocky. The first thing that had happened was that he'd tripped on the stairs to the bar on his way...

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September Prairie

_tick-tick-tick-tick..._not yet, he didn't hear the word, or words, not all at once.

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