VECTOR'S MEMOIRS: THE CHAOTIX THAT WAS (PART FOUR)
by Foxy Boy
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The walk to the station went quickly enough, and a flash of my metro card took me easily from the...
Crocodile, Detective, Noir, Novella
VECTOR'S MEMOIRS: THE CHAOTIX THAT WAS (PART THREE)
by Foxy Boy
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My fears of not sleeping turned out right on the mark; five or so hours of staring up at the...
Crocodile, Detective, Noir, Novella
VECTOR'S MEMOIRS: THE CHAOTIX THAT WAS (PART TWO)
by Foxy Boy
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First impression, was that I'd walked into the kind of place living in brawler flicks; a perfect set for any...
Crocodile, Detective, Noir, Novella
VECTOR'S MEMOIRS: THE CHAOTIX THAT WAS (PART ONE)
by Foxy Boy
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Shit, I've never been good at these.
Still, no sense in putting it off. I didn't pay a therapist half my net...
Crocodile, Detective, Noir, Novella
"It's okay," Larry said, the inside of his feathered ears felt flush with embarrassment. Everyone had their eyes on him now, and he felt awkward.
Sampson gripped Larry's shoulder. "Yeah, you be sure to knock me down, Freddy. Scabs are sexy."
Larry...
Fiction, Graveyard Greg, Novella
Larry rolled his eyes. "As if. You know I'd beat you up."
"Maybe in Fantasyland you would." Freddy winked up at Larry, then saw Sampson. "Hey, Sampson. Where's your mutt? I'm hungry."
Sampson's mouth opened in shock as he looked at Larry, his eyes...
Fiction, Graveyard Greg, Novella, larry
I am a novella role-player and i am very inteligent when i want to be i can also be a tad lazy so be prepared if you have a..."story" with me i may not respond for a few days mostly due to work or the build up of writers block stock-piled into my psyce.
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"He's right," Sampson said in between bites of his pizza slice.
"Do either of you want the job?" Larry asked, poking a claw tip at his fish filet sandwich.
"Being your...
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Sampson's eyes flicked back and forth from the road to Larry. "Huh! I wouldn't have hired Plato as your bodyguard. I thought he...
Fiction, Graveyard Greg, Gryphon, Novella, Serial
Larry crouched as the striker closed in on him. He wanted to flex his wings out of nervous habit, but the clips that pinned them to his back wouldn't budge. Rules were rules.
Suddenly the striker kicked the ball towards the goal, and Larry lunged to...
Graveyard Greg, Novella, Soccer, Teenagers, mythology