April 15th, 2004

tank girl


Tether"Who'd have thought, a virtuous priest." It seemed improvident for a man of the cloth to be alone in the park at night.

Drusilla glared at her naked companion and held up a flimsy collar and leash. "Bad Puppy! Saying nasty things about the vicar." The woman sighed, changed into a wolf and sat patiently as Drusilla attached the pink toy poodle lead.

The large wolf, loped at Drusilla's side, wondering if they would have more luck by the lake with the late night joggers and those who preyed upon them.

"Oh, the lake is such a lovely idea, Puppy."

Part of the Park!verse and the Wolf&Declán!verse
tank girl

Bloody Davo

Bloody DavoBloody Davo.

It all started when I was having lunch with the boys from work. The usual long Friday lunch at the pub; drinks and a good fry up. We're in the middle of a debate on the merits of Angelina Jolie movies, when he walked in the door.

I didn't think he recognised me. Well I'd hoped, more than anything. I've put on a bit of weight since we ran together, grown a beard, but I must still look enough like the stupid eighteen year old kid I used to be.

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