"Go to your current work in progress, page 7, go down seven lines and copy and post seven lines."
I don't have seven pages in either of my current WIPs because one is giving me fits and the other is just not that far along yet.
So I'll take those seven lines from the last page of the Fleasel Story.
CONTEXT IS FOR THE WEAK.
I don't have seven pages in either of my current WIPs because one is giving me fits and the other is just not that far along yet.
So I'll take those seven lines from the last page of the Fleasel Story.
"Hormonal imbalance." To say the least. The birth control shot worked beautifully--
When it worked.
When it didn't, the pregnancy rate skyrocketed, the females gave birth to half again as many as normal in a litter, and the babies had terrible tempers. "Ow." He couldn't even kick them away, because how the hell could he kick a baby bunny? He couldn't, was how. He shoved his current captive into another cage.
CONTEXT IS FOR THE WEAK.