"The One About the Quiggle" by jack_skelling10 The soft knock might as well have been a sledge hammer banging on the door, so much did it disturb my concentration. Frowning, I put down the jar of peanut butter I had been eating out of and went to open the door. Standing on the worn out "Welcome to Pavilion Inn" mat was a bespectacled yellow Kacheek, looking a bit twitchy and nervous. "Ah, hello there..."
The King of Werelupes: Part Five Fanger glanced at her, then his eyes flicked away to stare at a tree that loomed out at them. "I just never thought I'd come back here again. Voluntarily..."