Microfic Roundup
Feb 24 - Mar 03
I need to stop writing stories that turn into serials during the second half of the week. Or I need to give up and start splitting them across two roundup posts. I havenāt decided yet. š
Celestial Demarcation
In which proper protocol is NOT followed by the end of the world is averted.
Leeron Heywood
Sent To Fetch A Werewolf
Jodie? Are you in there? Can you remember your name? Your father sent me. Everyone's worried about you...
Leeron Heywood
Different This Time
They were never going to agree on this.
Leeron Heywood
They Called Him Bruiser
Meanest ass in the county. Devil without horns. Old hands swore up and down that heād killed a guy, though the name changed each retelling. He didnāt look like much. Just grumpy. More than usual for a mule, I mean.
Leeron Heywood
They Called Him Bruiser 2
"Tryna win that's devil's heart? Jokes on you, boy - he ain't got one!"
Leeron Heywood
They Called Him Bruiser 3
Heās not the only one, either. Plenty of the others are pestering me. Before it was joking, now itās serious. Theyāre not making jokes, they really wanna know. I tell āem what my momma taught me: āYou need to gather your calm and give it to the animal.ā<br /><br />They donāt get it. I didnāt either for years. I donāt share what Iāve figured out and how.
Leeron HeywoodThey Called Him Bruiser 4
Bruiser's waiting in the pen. Bossman's waiting by the sale block. It's go time.
Leeron HeywoodThey Called Him Bruiser 5 - End
I plant my feet and puff my chest. āIf you think I didnāt do nothing, you wanna try leading him back?ā
Leeron Heywood