In the fading light of dusk, Stitch glared across the street at the house of Mertle Edmonds. She and her friends had been harping all throughout hula class about how they were going to have a sleepover and that Lilo wasn’t invited. Stitch let out a low growl, rage burned through him at the memory. Lilo had cried on the way home. Now, with Lilo and Nani going out to the movie theater with David, Stitch had decided that this was his chance to help Lilo out and get rid of those unsavory pests

You bend over Bronze Ring’s shivering figure, smiling derangedly.
“Countless times I’ve asked myself two questions: why would you cross me and what would I do if I got hold of you.”
You yawn broadly right before her tied muzzle to allow the smell of digesting cherries waft out. Quaint must already be drenched in your stomach juices, thus oozing hairs, feathers and taste. Bronze whimpers, shaking her head weakly from side to side in a hopeless effort to avoid inhaling the

She woke with a terrifying jolt, heart leaping into her throat--not that she had been sleeping very soundly. In fact, the attempt was laughable; she had known he was coming… but not when.


    

BANG BANG BANG.



    
Now. Now that she had managed to shut her eyes for all of ten minutes,

I was walking home from work one night, only concerned that I get home before some mugger or weirdo finds me.






The dragonboy sat quietly in the darkness of the forest, his red skin made black by the shadows. The dragonboy spends most of his time hidden away from the outside world, living in solitude inside of a massive network of caves in the local mountains, his only company is the gold and jewe

I was walking home from work one night, only concerned that I get home before some mugger or weirdo finds me.






The dragonboy sat quietly in the darkness of the forest, his red skin made black by the shadows. The dragonboy spends most of his time hidden away from the outside world, living in solitude inside of a massive network of caves in the local mountains, his only company is the gold and jewe

I was walking home from work one night, only concerned that I get home before some mugger or weirdo finds me.






The dragonboy sat quietly in the darkness of the forest, his red skin made black by the shadows. The dragonboy spends most of his time hidden away from the outside world, living in solitude inside of a massive network of caves in the local mountains, his only company is the gold and jewe

I was walking home from work one night, only concerned that

I

get home before some mugger or weirdo finds me.



The

dragonboy

sat quietly in the darkness of the forest, his red skin made black by the shadows. The

dragonboy

spends most of h

 The Growlithe lay whimpering on the ground, bleeding from the snout and the side. Its paws, normally a bright sparkling white now caked with blood and dirt. The exotic mightyena it was fighting growls and bears its fangs as it prepares to attack again.
 
 "GET UP YOU USELESS MUTT" The well endowed woman "I SAID GET UP." She screams cracking the whip.
 
 The sound of the whip cracking is drowned out by the sound of the door at the end of the room b

He
sat there with an impatient look as if he had other places he'd
rather have been
She
stood there with a gun pointed at him looking as unamused as he
looked impatient.
The
room was white and empty. Sterile even. The only things in there were
him in his casual night life attire, her in her overly professional
uniform, and the chair he was sitting in. What else would you need
for an interrogation? At least, he assumed this was an interrogation.
If it was an execution she would have shot him al

He
looked at his wife uncertainly.
"Explain
this again," he said.
They
were in bed at the end of a long day, and as tended to happen when
they both were a bit stressed out, his wife wanted to try something
to spice up their love life. Since two prior attempts to do so--while
successful--had resulted in some regretable occurances, he was
understandably skeptical when she brought up something he'd never
even heard of.
"It's
called sounding. Basically we stick something up your p-hol

“Daddy,” said a high pitched, obviously feigned child’s voice, “my

bewwy

hurts.”



The voice’s owner

herself

as she entered the living room from the

bathroom

. The voice belonged to a 20 year old girl, b