Aaron Steinmetz

...be very still...the bird's angry...and I think he can see us.

Cocoa Tales: Episode Sixteen

Faber was slowly walking along the sidewalk leading to his house.  "Miserable day, miserable job, miserable life; I just want to go home, pop open a bottle of beer and drown this miserable day-job-life in sweet, sweet liquor juice." At the front door, he leaned his head against the wood and whined. "Baby wants his bottle."

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Cocoa Tales: Episode Thirteen

Still fuming from her encounter with her storyteller, Cocoa stormed down the alleyway, grumbling, growling, a hop, skip and a jump away from a downright hiss about my meddling with her efforts to become a bonafide member of the Felidus. Hours were ticking away, though, and she knew darn well that she had to get a kill in before midnight.

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