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HeavenA/N: Farscape fanfiction, because I haven't done fanfiction in a long time.Heaven by Rambling-anthology
Trapeazing through memories was exhausting. Grating school work with painfully slow classmates made him grateful he wasn't actually there. The first job was an annoyance with a dull boss. Shopping with mom was fun-that's where he found his favorite Hawaiian shirt. There was a faint feeling that others would have called a wish that there were more of these memories.
But through all the distractions, he was persistent in trying to find the perfect memory to hide in case he was called again. He was disapointed in the intimate proportions, they were unimaginative and hot. He'd sifted through the higher education memories, although it was extensive it was common knowledge. No knowledge left from the Elders-they hid it too well- and only blurry recollections of the first travel through the wormhole. There were several mo
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
Night VisitDaniel woke suddenly, his heart rate elevated just slightly as if he had woken from a nightmare. Only he hadn’t. Fumbling for his glasses, he looked at the clock. It was just a little after three in the morning. Strange. He usually didn’t wake up in the middle of the night. He wasn’t sure what woke him, till he heard it. A soft sound of movement downstairs. The sound of someone trying to not wake him.Night Visit by ryouko70
Daniel quietly slipped out of bed, struggling to put on a pair of underwear and trousers in the dark. One thing he did NOT want to do was to confront a burglar wearing nothing but a bathrobe. He paused from time to time to listen, but there was no longer any sound. Did the burglar leave? He had to be sure.
Barefoot he crept downstairs, knowing from habit which squeaky steps to avoid. He looked around the kitchen, but saw nothing disturbed there. But then he saw something that made his hea
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