Red, Black and Gray: Part 2, Chapter 5
Then they came to rest on edda. the girl pulled away with a quick jerk as he eyes focused on her, edda clutching her robe tight around her.
No Good Deed Chapter 9: Dinner and a Movie
"mist..miss vulpes this is edda. edda, this is.. uhm. ronan? i nodded and put out my hand. edda shrank back a little and waved from behind susie. "it's okay, she's just shy with everyone, not speciest.
The Great Cookie Caper
Chuck had obviously thought ahead "edda, you're the base of this plan..." he snickered at his own joke, and knelt down, patting his left hand "edda here, chuck there. bob climb on edda , suzie on mathias.
The Machine Stops
"this is edda." "edda," may echoed. "i created the machines," edda explained. "you cannot keep them going." "'created'? you said you _knew_ the people who created the machines." as the door closed, edda turned from it so he could face david again.
No good deed Chapter 15: Goodbyes and Begginings
edda "ewwwed" but suzie just started eating it at the other end.
The Dragon Wars of Alagaesia
James and galactic fly over the river of edda slowly as the moon were high in the sky. then he scan the sky as they came closer to the edda river. nevertheless, he sees two spot coming to an intercept him.
Goldenwolf's Edda
But why it came in the form of a norse edda, i cannot say. so for those who are fans of goldenwolf or ancient epic norse prose poems, or just the insatiably curious, i give you a germanic poem in the style of beowulf or snorri sturlson about passion.
No good deed Chapter 14: Future Perfect
edda punched his arm. suzie tried to hold her back. i started tickling bob with my tail.
The Seduction of Svadilfari
* * * notes: this story is based heavily on the forty-third chapter of the "gylfaginning" section of the prose edda.
The end - the beginning
* * * wow, i know that is not how the edda or any of the norse mythos reads, but i wanted to paint a nice 'clusterfuck', and that ending to ragnarok is likely one of the biggest that could happen.
Path Of Paws
It is very roughly written in the style of the early translation of the poetic edda by henry adams bellows, but is ultimately my own unique style that i used on the spur of the moment.
Chapter 13: Vowels of Silence.
He punched my shoulder, and edda punched his hard enough to make him fall over. "hey! good news. she used her left hand! "yeah, great news..." he rubbed his shoulder.