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The Burning House“The house is burning!” someone in the crowd shouted out. It was a bit obvious, anyone around could see from the high roaring flames. Even those in the distance could see the thick smoke surge through the windows. Jagonovia and Whitewolf were already within the crowd that on looked the blaze.The Burning House by ~DestructiveNight
“My child is in there!” shouted a tall male wolf trying to get past the crowd. Other wolves held him back trying to stop him from entering the building.
“It’s too dangerous”, they said to him.
The guards came to keep the situation under control. Some urged the crowd to stay back while other poured buckets on the flames. A pale figure crawled out of the burning building. The guards rushed and pulled her away from the flames. “She’s still in there”, she coughed weakly. The tears in her eyes swelled, either from the loss of her child or the smoke. The crowd could see that was not the child left in the mercy of the flames. The crowd became mo
Dinner GuestDinner Guest by ~JoeyLiverwurst
George brightened at the knock at the door. It was "Shave and a Haircut," the same knock he always gave. He still looked through the peephole but knew all along who it was.
"Trevor!" he exclaimed once the door was unchained.
Green eyes glinted in the dark, and strong arms balanced a bouquet of daffodils and a plate wrapped in plastic.
"I'd hug you, but then you'd be wearing these," Trevor explained. He entered and set everything down on the dining room table. "OK, now," he suggested, arms outstretched.
George embraced his son, but with lips pursed. Trevor took care not to hurt him.
"You know," George said, "it's a shame to wear such a nice suit with all that scruff on your face."
"It's fur, Dad," Trevor retorted.
The kitchen door opened, and a tall, thin woman of about forty approached with a bowl of potato salad.
"Tessie!" Trevor yelped, and ran across the room to nuzzle her before she could put the bowl down. She giggled, sounding significantly younger.
"Help with anything?" Trevor i
Closed SessionFlorida! Why did it have to be Florida?Closed Session by ~JoeyLiverwurst
Joe hated Florida. Tourist traps and old people too stupid to read a ballot. As a result, eight years of George W. Bush, although it did lead to some pretty good music.
Joe had wanted to go to North Carolina. He had heard wonders about Charlotte barbecue and Research Triangle Park, but North Carolina was the worst state for unions. Hardly anybody was attending the convention over it. So, Florida it was.
Maybe he could get a big juicy story no one else could. Catch delegates drunk or doing drugs, really hard drugs. With hookers. That would be the ticket, and he could move up to some bigger, better paper.
He called out to a cabbie. "Hola! Donde es el convention center?"
"Get in," instructed the driver.
"Yo soy journalista," Joe gushed. "Te gusta los taxis?"
"Oh. All right."
The car left the airport.
"You know today's cancelled, right?"
"Mmm, heard something about that. Maybe I can still catch them saying something shocking, thoug
Lupus Anima: chapter 5No matter how lonely you feel,Lupus Anima: chapter 5 by ~HIPie34
you are never alone ~
"Lupus you will come with me this instant! Do you understand" snapped Cray at me, she had found out that I had run away from home and made my new place in the forest. Why? There's nothing for me back there I simply ignore her and roll my eyes, turning my back to the old woman I head for some emerald green bushes where I hid my makeshift home which was just a set of tools and a good sized backpack. I didn't need much, I was always on the move following my prey as they migrated. I knew only knew how to set small traps which would catch frogs, birds, and maybe a rabbit here an a squirrel there. Cray had come crashing through the forest after me, with all the noise she made she probably scared away the prey for miles Ever heard of silent hunting or that you need to be quiet so I can hunt in peace.
"Lupus, honey I just-" I whip around and glare intensely at Cray, everything had
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