The Border
**the border** written by malovolpe the sun was rising over a border region between the republic of velexia and the republic of drakonia.
The Border of Madness
But now it had foamed over the borders of her rationality and was beginning to have its effects with the chemicals of her body.
Crossing Borders
Crossing borders the marsh, like everything else, was freezing. the sun was a distant dream. always-the-victor, a young argonanian male stood in hide traveling outfit outside archon.
South of the Border
He was heading to the south of the border into mexico, in a journey to the largest gathering of archeologists since the uncovering of king tut's tomb.
Border Street
Leisurely climbing border street's gentle slope, lukos suddenly realized that he was on the same side of the street as the green dragon.
Border of the Jungle
After an hour of dragging his prey through the jungle, jake arrived at his house on the border. it was impossible to see from a distance, and almost impossible to see up close.
The Borders: Before
#1 of the borders a scouting mission for a bengal tiger doesn't go quite the way he planned it. **writer's note: hey there! sorry for the slight delay on this one. lost internet connection for a day.
The Border Post Stories
Bonus story - inspector wolf returns to the border post inside his personal chambers, farryn was reading over a report from the nearest border post, many miles away.
Border Collie Smutt.
The border collie came over and sniffed the puddle and began to lick abby clean. even after she was nice and clean, minus the dog slobber anyway she let him continue. she was getting aroused again.
Bordered: Part One
bordered part one: reanholm was a shabby city by the beast-boarder and next to westpoint. reanholm being home to much of the fur race and westpoint to the skinned. mostly the skinned and the furs got along.
BORDER LINE / ARTJOM
**Chapter 06 - An der Grenze / A R T J O M** Der Kommandant nahm die Personalien auf. „Artjom Pawlow. 20 Jahre, geistig und körperlich kontaminiert. Ostzone." Es roch nach verbranntem Fleisch. Der Junge schaute zu Boden. Aus seiner Nase tropfte Blut...
Burning Down The House
Not a soul on Dot Ave was sleeping tonight. Even as the hands and LCD digital displays of clocks everywhere ticked away at almost two thirty in the morning, Much of East Boston around Dorchester, Dot, and Old Colony Ave was wide awake and celebrating....