In Loving Memory- Demona.
Wednesday, July 11, 2012 Collective Memories: First Meeting's and Memories. By: Hid Ras Fallar/Fallar Rasyre, AKA, The Tigonix. ? ? Kev Veta's First-Memory. ? Kev Veta quietly sat in the main room of a inn, nestled close to a fireplace...
A Dragon Redeemed, Part 2
Apologies in advance for the less than perfect grammar, pronunciation, and other errors. I'm still looking for a Beta proof reader, but didn't want to wait any longer to see if this story would be well received. It is the first in a related series I'm...
Wrongs Made Right
i hope its enjoy able and criticism is always appreciated. you should probably read the first part before you continue if you haven't already. thanks. I awoke. The sound of the alarm clock buzzed unnoticed on my bedside table. The dream...
For the Love of a Dog
My stories are copyrighted, so NO takee! This story is dedicated to all the dogs that have shared my life and given me their unconditional love, to all those sweet gentle souls that I still miss so much. If there are no dogs in heaven, then I won't go...
That Others May Live
My stories are copyrighted, so NO takee! This is not a Furry or Yiff story I'm afraid, it's just something I felt I had to write. It's dedicated those soldiers who go into combat unarmed, not to kill, but to save lives. That Others May Live By...
Benjamin the Wolf
"Glorified and sanctified be God's great name throughout the world which He has created according to His will." These words had become all too familiar for Benjamin Cohn the wolf. The words were the start of the Mourner's Kaddish, which meant that...
A Dragon Redeemed, Part 1
Apologies in advance for the less than perfect grammar, pronunciation, and other errors. I'm still looking for a Beta proof reader, but didn't want to wait any longer to see if this story would be well received. It is the first in a related series I'm...
Martina Gambordella
Many years have passed since I met her- Melissa Gambordella, the young vixen in my 5th-grade class who sat in the seat next to me, the daughter of impoverished Italian immigrants. I can remember her- her Coke-bottle thick lenses in her glasses, and her...
The Old Violin
There that old dusty relic sat- neglected, battered, and ancient. In its better days, that violin might have been used as by a philharmonic society or string quartet but in the home of Thomas and Margaet Chamberlin, the old collection of strings and...
Morris Dance
"I want to reenact the taking of Westerwood Hill," said the cadet. "Aroo?" replied a classmate. "You heard me. I missed my Morris Dance; I was in hospital with a broken foot. I cried all day ... they all told me, 'It's okay, Timby, we all know you...
The Truth
So the age old questions are asking themselves again... Why am I fighting this war? What did I do to stop it? Have you really done anything at all? I have saved some but have seen so...