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Leaf Wings (One-shot prompt)

Bowman’s heart pounded and he breathed quicker than his lungs could truly take in the air. His legs burned from so much running, activity he definitely wasn’t used to. Most days he’d be flying, his speedy wings propelling him forward. Wherever forward might lead him. He was lost in a maze of twisting corridors, dimly lit and echoing faintly with every one of his frantic steps. They loomed a foot or so overhead; he didn’t know what they might be for, or where they might lead him, but he yearned for some glimpse of the outside world. He’d barely managed to escape into these tunnels on his own. At least here, whatever had captured him couldn’t follow. Whatever had bound his wings wouldn’t be able to bind the rest of him, blast it. His wings, strong as they were, couldn’t budge the odd material wrapped around his torso. It chafed at the all important limbs, and he couldn’t risk scratching them up without even a guarantee that he’d actually get them free. His arms, also trapped partially

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Leaf Wings (One-shot prompt)

Bowman’s heart pounded and he breathed quicker than his lungs could truly take in the air. His legs burned from so much running, activity he definitely wasn’t used to. Most days he’d be flying, his speedy wings propelling him forward. Wherever forward might lead him. He was lost in a maze of twisting corridors, dimly lit and echoing faintly with every one of his frantic steps. They loomed a foot or so overhead; he didn’t know what they might be for, or where they might lead him, but he yearned for some glimpse of the outside world. He’d barely managed to escape into these tunnels on his own. At least here, whatever had captured him couldn’t follow. Whatever had bound his wings wouldn’t be able to bind the rest of him, blast it. His wings, strong as they were, couldn’t budge the odd material wrapped around his torso. It chafed at the all important limbs, and he couldn’t risk scratching them up without even a guarantee that he’d actually get them free. His arms, also trapped partially

Featured

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Taxi! (Chase In Lilliput)

The people of Lilliput bustled about in such a hurry. Errands and work and trading drew many of them out of their homes, especially on a clear day like this one. Everyone had things to do and places to be while the sun still shone. Unfortunately for Jacob, that included the family of Lilliputians that had taken him in. The Lisongs had their work in one of the bustling markets in the middle of town where Jacob couldn’t go. Chase and Minnie, their kids and his first friends since he washed up on the shore, had classes to attend. Jacob didn’t yet know where they went on such days. Being the resident giant, he couldn’t exactly

Chase In Lilliput

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Visiting Hours

“So, I guess it's been a while,” Jacob murmured, a deep bass voice uttering quietly from his chest. In the distance, someone walked their dog, and the little creature frolicked along smelling flowers and barking at birds. Crisp winter air contrasted with the pure blue sky overhead, a picture perfect day. There wasn't even any snow on the ground. He'd always found it funny, in a grim sort of way, that it never rained when he came there. The movies always sold the impression that it should rain when someone visited a graveyard. Jacob lowered his gaze from the dog-walker to the plot he'd come to visit. His hands, so shaky and unsta

Fairy Tales

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Pizza and Hexbags Part 1 (Contest Entry)

Author's Note:  Supernatural/GT fanfic.  Contest entry for Nightmares06, more info below.  Enjoy! ~~~~~ They had been in that motel room for three days now.  At first, Oscar thought it was just one guy.  The really tall human that stomped around with a confident swagger.  And who appeared to have more than a few weapons in that huge duffel bag he’d brought in. Oscar had checked it out one time, just to see if the guy kept any snacks in there. He had looked like just another one of those rugged road-tripper types that came through all the time. The revelation of the guns and a lot of salt (seriously, the guy was going to have serious

Food and Monsters

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Leaf Wings (One-shot prompt)

Bowman’s heart pounded and he breathed quicker than his lungs could truly take in the air. His legs burned from so much running, activity he definitely wasn’t used to. Most days he’d be flying, his speedy wings propelling him forward. Wherever forward might lead him. He was lost in a maze of twisting corridors, dimly lit and echoing faintly with every one of his frantic steps. They loomed a foot or so overhead; he didn’t know what they might be for, or where they might lead him, but he yearned for some glimpse of the outside world. He’d barely managed to escape into these tunnels on his own. At least here, whatever had captured him couldn’t follow. Whatever had bound his wings wouldn’t be able to bind the rest of him, blast it. His wings, strong as they were, couldn’t budge the odd material wrapped around his torso. It chafed at the all important limbs, and he couldn’t risk scratching them up without even a guarantee that he’d actually get them free. His arms, also trapped partially

Short Stories, Oneshots, Misc. Writing

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I.  You've got to be Carefully Taught The morning sun blazed across the desert, over the plateaus on its edge, and into the well-hidden Tinic village.  The little, cozy buildings were built of both wood and stone, right in the base of the smallest plateau, on the eastern side.  From the eye level of a Tinic, the village was easy to see, but from the air, it was invisible.  An east-facing window, winking unseen so near the desert, welcomed the first rays of that morning. He awoke with a snort as a bright beam of light fell upon his eyes.  He sat up slowly with a yawn, the thin quilt falling off of his bare chest.  He stretched his arms, co

Rules are Made to Be Broken

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Angelwing Nine - 1

 Lydia sat in her small quarters, on the edge of the small bed.  The dark green covers were made smoothly, looking all too inviting after the long day she’d had.  The small metal lamp on the nightstand sent a dim glow around the room, which was very sparsely decorated.  It was about 8 feet by 10, with the bed against the back wall and the nightstand next to it.  The smallish expanse of green carpet was uncluttered.  Opposite the bed was a sliding door with a small window at an adult’s eye level.  On the adjacent wall to this door was another door that led to the washroom.  Opposite the washroom door was the dresser.  Lydia eyed the

Angelwing Nine, Incomplete, Hiatus

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Seeing Eye to Eye

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Infinity Selfie

Halloween Costume 2015

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Ripples and Galaxies

Fractals

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Trust Contest 2021 Prize - Sleepover at Adrian's

Oscar had a list. Lists helped him keep calm about otherwise stressful things, things with too many steps to count on his hand. Even exciting things could be overwhelming. His list was meant for one of the more exciting things. "Hey bud, whatcha got there?" Sawyer's voice broke Oscar from his thoughts. Osar held up the paper so Sawyer could see it. “Hi dad! It's my, it's my list for the sleepover! I gotta make sure I bring everything I need when I go visit Adrian!" Sawyer scanned it, humming thoughtfully. “Looks good, kiddo, but you forgot one thing.” "Huh?" Before Oscar could check his list again, Sawyer swept him up into a squeezing hug and planted a kiss on his cheek. Instead of concern, Oscar overflowed with giggles. "Now you have everything," Sawyer announced. Oscar had to calm down from his giggles to retort. "I didn't forget! I'm gопnа give hugs an’ kisses before I head out! Th- the list is for what I need in my bag!" Sawyer gasped, playing up his realization. “Ohhhh, I

Trust AUs

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(Good Omens) An Unexpected Customer - 4

Aziraphale indulged himself in a small sense of pride. Oscar, while still clearly nervous and wary of the cafe’s other patrons, was making an effort to relax. He’d even improvised himself a seat. Next to the other dishes on the table, the little fellow looked especially tiny. It was no wonder, really, that little folk like Oscar weren’t more common knowledge among the humans. He still would have liked to know himself. In order to keep from riling those nerves right back up, Aziraphale made certain that the staff of the place--one of his favorite spots for a quick lunch--wouldn’t have the inclination to check up on hi

Good Omens Fic

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First Drawings of the New Year

Scraps

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