"La Desperada" by baltogirl62791 A stale wind was blowing through the gnarled trees of the Spooky Woods. It was a grey, dreary cloudy day as usual. Broo sighed once more. Living in this kind of neighborhood didn't help their dim outlook. He flopped down under a tree, wrapped his arms tightly around his knees and sobbed. Everything seemed utterly hopeless. An acorn bounced off his head...
Adopted: What It Meant For Me I looked down at him and saw that he was very sick. Someone had to adopt him fast or he would die! I looked around frantically...
Spheres of Influence: Part Six "Slate! Come back here! Where are you going?" Drake called. Slate didn't answer, but kept on going. He needed to find out where this pet was going before he lost track of him in the storm...