Russell and Bruce: A Sight for Sore Eyes
Bruce checked his watch for what felt like the hundredth time that night. Five-o'-seven. The tiger sighed, scowling, and scratched his gut. Russell's plane wasn't even supposed to land until six-thirty, and he was already coming unglued waiting for the...
Russell and Bruce: Homecoming
As he pulled the truck into the driveway, Russell breathed a heavy sigh of relief. Home at last, nothin' like it. The bull heaved his massive frame out of the driver's seat, stiff from driving the last few hours. He stretched, trying his best to...
Just Enough Bakers Make the Dough Rise [by NieveLion]
It was the early hours of the morning--four A.M., to be precise, that time between sleeping and waking when most sane people would be in their beds, catching their last bit of refreshment before having to get up and get ready for yet another day in the...