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Awesome artwork and amazing photography! Keep it up!




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Awesome author! Really good at both the light-hearted and the "everyday" life.

Dinner Guest
George brightened at the knock at the door. It was "Shave and a Haircut," the same knock he always gave. He still looked through the peephole but knew all along who it was.
"Trevor!" he exclaimed once the door was unchained.
Green eyes glinted in the dark, and strong arms balanced a bouquet of daffodils and a plate wrapped in plastic.
"I'd hug you, but then you'd be wearing these," Trevor explained. He entered and set everything down on the dining room table. "OK, now," he suggested, arms outstretched.
George embraced his son, but with lips pursed. Trevor took care not to hurt him.
"You know," George said, "it's a shame to wear such a nice suit with all that scruff on your face."
"It's fur, Dad," Trevor retorted.
The kitchen door opened, and a tall, thin woman of about forty approached with a bowl of potato salad.
"Tessie!" Trevor yelped, and ran across the room to nuzzle her before she could put the bowl down. She giggled, sounding significantly younger.
"Help with anything?" Trevor i

Off NightMat ought to have been an actor. He had a smile that seemed sincere no matter how full of rage he was. Behind a cash register, that came in very handy!
Paul was a good guy, too. As much as Mat wanted to blame him, he lacked legitimate basis. Chris couldn't come into work last minute, and Paul couldn't find anyone else to take the shift. Against his better judgment, Mat agreed and hated himself for it.
Only six hours, Mat reminded himself: shorter than any school day. Before he knew it, he could go home and—oh, yeah, he hadn't gone inside yet.
Forgetting his signature smile, Mat entered the café and stomped past the counter for an apron.
"Toodle-oo," chirped the new girl, already halfway to the door.
Mat put on Led Zeppelin and tried not to feel sorry for himself. It wasn't that big a deal. It was just one night. He didn't have a hot date or a ticket to some expensive event. Besides, there were… eight people in line he hadn't noticed until right now. Awkward.
And so




Great writer! Really good at making memorable characters.

Mature Content

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Another awesome writer! Really good at both the one-offs and series.

Mature Content

Werewolf vs Minecraft Part 1     Waking up in a patch of blocky trees and grass, Pie looked around, dazed, at the place he just woke up in. At first, he just stared at his blocky paws, wondering what the heck had just happened. Was it a dream, or something more? Any how, he just looked dumbfounded at the landscape. There were towering birch and oak trees, a large mountain, a rolling hillside at the foot of the mountain, and steep flow of lava from the far left side.
    Then, it hit him like a pile of bricks, "I'm in Minecraft! But...in anthro form?" He said out loud, as he looked down at his blocky self. He wondered if he could even run on all fours, or even use any of his senses to get an edge. He slowly sniffed the air for a few seconds, taking in every bit of it. It seemed that he could still use his senses, especially since he could smell a pig that was somewhere between 50 to 75 blocks away.
    Obviously, this was a clear indication of his ability to use hi




Great artist! Very good with both 2-D and 3-D art.