WafflesTheKat

Jack was many things when it came to being a criminal. He was a thief, robber, murderer, assassin, liar, smuggler, and so on. He was very famous for being a murderer and an assassin. But alas, none of the President's men could catch him. Jack is swift like a cat burglar (there is one in this story), and is sly like a- well, like Jack. But this story, is how the President finally caught him, and put him aboard the Aero97.... The frigid wind blew through his black hair, as he stood upon a old building. He looked at the dusk sky. It was nice outside for a stroll. Maybe pick a few pockets, he thought to himself. Jack smiled and leaped down onto

Long ago, there was a kingdom. It was a very strange kingdom. They called this kingdom Wonderland. Why did they call this kingdom Wonderland? It was because the founder of this land was a very small dream. The dream was afraid of being lost and forgotten, so the dream thought and thought. The small dream finally thought of an idea. "I know how to stay longer", said the dream. "I will stray people to me, by letting them create their own world!" That was the beginning of the "Alices"....

Have you NoFurs ever wondered what goes on at the huge factory that always has polution spreading into your lungs? Oh, wait. It doesn't spread to your lungs. Only ours. You are probably wondering, "ours?", am I right? Well, when I mean "ours" I'm talking about us huge wolves. Pssh. You probably thought that wolves were extinct am I right? Well, again, you are WRONG. Your ruler King Albeshstien is a liar. L-I-A-R. Liar. "Liar liar, pants on fire", as your little NoFur pups might say. Sky, is nagging on to me right now that we don't have much time to write this, so I must hurry and start from the beginning. The pack ran, for we were being hunt

I looked out the window bored, as rain drops smacked it. I sighed and brushed my long brown hair out of my face. "Oh come on", said my dad. He was a tall man with serious shoulders, and a darker shade of brown hair, with firm brown eyes. I usually called him his name Mark when he's not around. "Don't be that way", he said reassuringly. "You'll get used to Crystal Falls." I looked at him with my green eyes. "Dad", I said. "I am from a sunny planet, not a down, sad, rainy planet." He rolled his eyes. I sighed again and looked back through the window. We pulled up to a small blue house with a narrow driveway. Home, I thought glumly. I guess. I