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RingingJim liked working summer evenings. He was grateful for the pastor allowing to dig the graves the night before, so the heat wouldn't get to him. While other men sat out in the dwindling evening heat, their wives washing dishes, Jim was content with shuffling past headstones, some of the safety bells tinkling in the wind. Everyone told him that keeping himself busy after his brothers recent passing would keep Jim sane.Ringing by Rambling-anthology
As he walked through the rows, preparing to ready the soil for the towns latest consumption victim, a lanky canine figure jogged up beside him. The local coyote--allowed on the property to keep smaller vermin away--had come to keep him company. Jim bent down to pat him on the head.
"Beezer, sometimes I think you only hang around me because I feed you." He chuckled.
The animal stayed by him as he stopped at the designated site. Jim started the work straight away, steadily moving the earth beneath him, Beezer lying close by watching. When he was about halfway through his wor
Whiskey WitA/N: Swat Kats fanfiction. Someone pointed out that I made Feral an articulate drunk. I just figure he is a very talented kat. Deal with it!Whiskey Wit by Rambling-anthology
It's not the flying that scares me, it's the people. Too many variables. At least the flight attendants are no longer arguing with my alcohol consumption. No, with the trash filling with tiny, empty bottles of rum, take this plane down. Now, sprawled out on the isle seat, all I have to worry about is her.
Ann Gora, it's strange seeing her without a microphone in her hand. She keeps looking over at me and smirking. She said she's going to pick up some award. Maybe she thinks she's better than me, the last award I won was the fifth grade spelling bee. She does have a cute smile, if I showed up with her on my arm it may make this family reunion interesting. I shake my head, that's just the rum talking.
The flight attendant brings another two bottles, along with an unop
Due DiligenceA/N: Swat Kats fanfiction. I feel bad that Feral doesn't get enough attention. He's kind of a hardass, yes, but he's doing what he thinks is right. Give him a break! I have a lot of respect for the kat.Due Diligence by Rambling-anthology
I also might or might not have a thing for older guys.Don't judge me.
Midnight, the quiet hour. Even the janitor has gone home. Paperwork isn't my strong suit, but it is a necessity. It keeps me and every other Enforcer in line. I just wish it didn't keep me here so damn late. Curse these accident reports...I don't even know how Johnson managed to shoot himself in the foot.
My kingdom for a steak and a beautiful woman.
I lay down the last bit of work and grab my jacket, ready for the front door. The light in my office is the last to go off. Even in the darkened hallway, I know which way to go. I make my way right, the faint glow of the vending machine in the next hall guiding me.
Before I turn the corner I hear the vending machin
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