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Training a cat is nothing like training a dog, that is for sure. The scene with the yogurt came almost word-for-word from a friend of mine when she was pregnant with her first. It wasn't yogurt but something else. My grandfather once said, "Insanity - you get it from your kids!" I think he's probably right. LOL
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so sorry! I had not realized there were reviews here -- I am particularly pleased with how the pacing went overall as that's a recurring issue of mine and your comment just puffed up my ego, so thank you! hehe. I opted to go for the snapshots in perspective for this chapter because I wanted to add information for continuity concerns but I was worried that if I did a major re-write then I'd lose the original charm. You're right that it is a little choppy but I'm now convinced that each time I fiddled with it I made it worse so I guess you could say I gave up and just left it as is.
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wow, I didn't realize I had this! o.o I'm so glad you liked it! I was going for flash fiction originally, but it got too long. lol. I'll get it right eventually, but I like this one as it is too much to cut it down.
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hehe. A little different? mm, yes, I agree! I'm glad you liked it though! It's good to try something new every once in awhile, even if it's silly.
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Chapter 13 "J'day?" He didn't look up. "Yeah?" "I'm ready for my afternoon's molesting." "M'kay, be there in a minute." There was a slight sound in the doorway of the bronzerider's office, the quiet whisper of skin on skin. His quill paused, eyes flickering over and catching the gleam of sun-bronzed skin. Lots of it. He sat up from where he'd hunched over, quill forgotten to drip ink on the hide he'd been writing on. F'rian leaned against the door-jam, arms crossed leisurely
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Chapter 12 J'day felt like a little kid again, flushed and overfull with excitement and nerves. He gave his wing the barest of debriefs when they returned to the Weyr from drill, ignoring the smirks shared between the dragonriders, and rushed Gibbrenth through the following bath, much to the bronze dragon's disappointment. "Tomorrow, tomorrow," he promised, eyes darting over and over to the flash of green on their ledge. "Come on, come on." Complain all he might, J'day felt his dr
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Chapter 11 J'day woke to the sensation that something was wrong. He couldn't place it at first, too warm and drowsy and sleep-befuddled to wrap his mind around it. Instead, he snuggled down a little further in the warm, comfortable furs and tried as well to wriggle back into his quiet dreams, ignoring that little niggling sense of dread he felt at waking. J'day! That woke him, as surely as dowsing him in cold rain water. He rubbed his hands over his face, mouth dry, throat tight, ey
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Chapter 10 Saminth is here! J'day looked up from the straps of Gibbrenth's flying harness. Blue Saminth was a dragon from Fort Weyr. He and Gibbrenth had been friendly rivals again and again in mating flights. Saminth was a crafty dragon, younger and more maneuverable. His rider, V'kal, had an understanding with J'day's friend Roni. While not weyrmates, they were almost exclusive in their attentions to each other. Roni said she felt uncomfortable being in a relationship with a man al
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Chapter 9 J'day woke to a hand on his shoulder. He blinked groggily for a minute. F'rian had curled up around him while they slept and the bronzerider was most loathe to move. "Reena?" he asked, focusing on the woman perched on the edge of the sleeping couch. She smiled down at him. "I hate to disturb you, but the Weyrleader would like to talk to you." J'day groaned. "Right now?" "If you think you can extricate yourself, you have time to bathe and change. I'll have luncheon
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Chapter 8 Fort Weyr in the summertime was a cheerful, noisy place, awash with vibrant colors. The desert of Igen bloomed vividly at the end of winter, but by late spring the ground was back to its sandy browns as the heat restricted all but the most hearty of plants. Igen was a wild, rugged land that knew no master. The population made up for the stark landscape by dressing in light, flowing, bright garments. Oddly enough, though they covered the majority of their bodies, the clothing i
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Chapter 7 Eight. Eight was the number of days that passed before reality set in. Eight days. J'day stared at his clothes chest. He had no more clean shirts, other than the carefully wrapped packages that contained his Gather clothes. The worn breeks he wore when he didn't care what he looked like or intended to get dirty sat, still carefully folded, on the bottom of his chest. Otherwise, there was nothing else. He pulled them out and put them on. Slowly, he stood and began to m
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Chapter 6 When J'day first opened his eyes, he didn't know where he was. The curtain hung on the wrong side of the sleeping alcove. He stirred a little more, rubbing his eyes, and looked around. Oh. Right. Long, velvety hair curled across the pillows. Wow, he had some vivid memories of this one. Carefully, he disentangled himself from the furs and searched for his clothes. He was still one boot short when a soft voice gave him pause. "Going so soon, Wingleader?" The woman's smirk broug
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Chapter 5 Almost four months to the day from his arrival at Igen Weyr, J'day returned to his weyr for mid-day to see F'rian sitting at the table sketching. That in itself was not strange. No, the first thing that caught J'day's attention was the lack of shirt. Even in the coolness of the stone quarters, a light sheen of sweat covered the greenrider's back and shoulders. J'day's hands curled into fists and he lingered for a moment in the doorway, closing his eyes. He hadn't actually had
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Chapter 4 Benden Weyr, as the host of this turn's Spring Games, opted to hold the competitions over Nerat Hold, on the far-eastern edge of the continent. This came as some relief to the southern Weyrs of Ista and Igen, as Benden Weyr was north enough to still be sprinkled in snow. Nerat, bordered by the Eastern Sea, was much more hospitable. Like the turn before, at Ista, the wing competitions were held over the ocean, with barges, yachts, and dragons clustering the water to allow for a
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Chapter 3 "I wouldn't do that." J'day looked up. F'rian leaned on his crutches, staring down at the diorama currently taking up the majority of his desk. Stout cords held the frame together and more cords made a lattice-work along the top. Wood tokens, colored and named for the dragons they represented, hung from the latticework to create a three-dimensional display. J'day currently had a portion of their wing's exhibition pattern laid out, trying to puzzle out the changes made neces
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Chapter 2 Bronze rider J'day spent three days in the infirmary. He woke the first morning stiff and sore. He sat up, carefully, and swung his legs over the side, groaning. He rested there for a minute. His legs were two massive blocks of muscle cramps. They didn't want to bend. "Need a hand?" J'day started. He smiled at the healer apprentice who peered in from the parted curtain. "Yes, I think so. These legs don't seem to want to listen to me." The healer grinned back. "I'm Mor
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Chapter 1 The small ledge on the topmost level of the weyr bowl looked deserted. Gibbrenth back-winged ungainly for a moment before steadying and J'day took his time in dismounting. Are you sure we're expected? he asked his dragon. The bronze nodded and dropped off the edge to go perch on the rim and soak in the last heat of the day. Even this late in the afternoon, with the sun ducking beyond the peaks of Igen Weyr, the heat was stifling. The weyr itself was in a good position, rec
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In the Kingdom of Heere, where there's a bridge there's a troll, and this is one determined troll.
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~ Over the Precipice ~ It started as a normal, everyday sort of Friday. Alex put his lunch in the break-room refrigerator, grabbed a cup of coffee from the machine, and chatted with his coworkers as they settled into their cubicles. It was Friday and the atmosphere was lively, especially on Alex's team. He was part of the Credit Department, handling queries regarding their customers' online accounts or disputes regarding their bills. Carly's birthday was Sunday and the secret surroun
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Dallas has had a crush on his coworker ever since forever. Alex gave his heart away a long time ago. Is there enough left to try again?
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Jason thinks that Cody came into his orbit, like capturing a meteor, in reality it's Jason who has been speeding through space on his own, captured by the gravity well that is Cody.
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~ A Snowball's Chance ~ "I hate Valentine's. The commercialism, the drama ...." "Drama? What do you know about drama, Jay?" "It's fast-food, Donnie," he replied with a sardonic twist to his lips. "Who else works here, mm? Teenagers, mostly, that's what," he continued, prodding a couple limp patties on the flat, stainless steel grill. "And what are teenagers? If not drama." "Huh. I think I resemble that remark." He grinned. Jay groaned at the pun. "But that's not the point
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It's Valentine's Day in a blizzard. There's an attempt at a plot.
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Chapter 1: Let’s Hang Out In a dark corner beneath the city, the demons were waiting. Kynan later couldn't decide how he'd been caught in that ambush, at the time, all he'd been concerned with was getting away. It was a cunning plot of the demon warlock; something had hidden Morticai's lackeys from Kynan's senses, he'd burst in confidently, guns blazing, and been surrounded so fast he hadn't even had time to curse. He killed a few, he was certain of it, wounded many more, but his bulle
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~ Waylon's Crossing ~ Prologue This is a new chapter in an old story. Centuries ago, our world collided with the demon realm. How or by what means no one alive now knows. All we know for sure is that the darkest parts of our world merged with the lightest parts of theirs. Gateways and crossings popped up all over the world, buildings and streets flaring into existence where none had been before or overlapping, overwhelming what was there. Demons crossed into this world from theirs.
