Something to Fear(Courage the Cowardly Dog TF)More Like This
“Well that was a fine waste of a Saturday night.” Adam said disappointingly, walking his younger sister back home. It was in the middle a cold Halloween night in Kotobuki town and the two young teens had just finished their annual Trick-or-Treat route. It was the same as always and to the 15 year old teen and the whole Halloween experience was starting to get really stale for him.
“Really? Why do you say that Adam? I thought this year’s trick or treat was just as good as last year’s” Kirsten said happily showing him her bag which was filled to the brim with sweets.
Adam looked at her bag before looking back at her. He had to admit; the candy part of Halloween was always awesome, but over the years Halloween just didn't feel the same.
“I don’t think so. I mean Halloween is supposed be scary, but there was nothing scary about it tonight.” Adam explained. “Come to think of it; Halloween lost its sc
I'm seeing pink Obsidian was walking down the street happily. She was humming softly to herself and had her hands in her pockets. She had recently been freed of her gorgon punishment and Vicis was out seeing the world, so she had no reason to be worried anymore. She was on her way to see her friend (me) and couldn't wait to chat about average stuff instead of worrying about Vicis. She walked down the familiar street and turned the corner, on to the street I lived on. She walked up the small driveway up on to my porch, it creaked with age, but nothing to drastic. Obsidian smiled as she nocked lightly on my door and waited.More Like This
I sat at my computer, trying to find inspiration to write as I scrolled through deviantArt. I sighed as I leaned back in my chair, I had no motivation what so ever. I got up to get a drink, passing by my trash can, which had many awful drawing attempts inside. I got a soda and sat down at my desk once more, continuing a sketch I had been workin
Training ClassTraining ClassMore Like This
(Man to Dog TF)
It was 10:30 in the morning and in the kitchen of a small tan house, frantic clanking could be heard along with rushing water. Standing in front of a double sided sink, two brothers, one eighteen, the other twenty-one, were rushing to finish a mockingly large pile of dishes. While one washed, the other dried and stacked. They were almost finished. Scrub a few pots and daddy dearest wouldn't have a fit when he woke up. The elder brother, with scrubby in hand, tore up the last bit of grime that cling to the walls of the rice pot. He sighed in relief. He soaped up the pot and gave it to his little brother to rinse and stack. "Thanks for the help Mikey," said the older brother.
John nodded an affirmative. "All right Mikey, come lock me out."
"Ok." John walked to the door with Mikey close behind. John grabbed his bag and stepped out onto the porch. Before he could leave, Mikey asked, "Clash of the Gods tonight?"
"You know it."
"All right. See y