|Deviant Login||Shop||Join deviantART for FREE||Take the Tour|
The Ticklish Cheerleader
“Aw, man!” Vera cried, “I can’t believe this!”
The rest of the girls in the locker-room ignored their team mate. The wolf was known to cause drama over every little thing and her peers had grown all too used to the sound of her voice.
“This really sucks!” she continued. “My stupid little sister must have taken my bag and left me hers! My uniform’s right here in my locker, but I can’t practice in her smelly old sneakers! I mean, just look at these things!”
Vera held up the shoe in question. It was badly torn along the seams and looked as if a less civilized canine had been chewing on it. When no one looked up, she turned her attention to the coach.
“Ms. Farley, you don’t really expect me to put these things on, let alone practice in them, do you?”
The coach, an overweight porcupine, bristled in agitation. The Volleyball team had suffered a crushing defeat to Hawthorn just the day before and she had more
A New Way to Haggle
"Ratchet? You in here?"
"I'm under here, Rocky. Just give me a minute and I'll be all set…"
The Doberman's boots stuck out from under his car and the coyote could hear her hard at work on the undercarriage. Rachel Halling, better known as Ratchet of River Street, was the best in all of Blackthorn. Even if most people were still reluctant to trust a female mechanic, those in-the-know knew who to turn to.
"You're lucky I could squeeze you in! I have seven more today, alone!"
"Tis the season!"
"You're telling me! Black ice on the streets, drunk drivers coming home from parties, snow plows knocking off mirrors; it's a wonder I have time to eat!"
"I thought as much…"
Rocky looked around the room. The garage had a car in every bay save one piled high with tools and parts. The windows were clean and the floor was spotless, yet something was missing…
"Looks like you haven't had time to decorate, either."
"Ha!" she laughed. "I have more on my mind than flashing lights and holly!"
How It Began"God, your two o'clock is here."
"I have a two o'clock?"
"He's been here since 7:45. I figured it's only polite to... sir."
God sighed. "Fine, send him in."
While He waited God cleared His desk of papers and blueprints; no need for outsiders to see His plans. Soon enough the door to His office opened and God stood, smiled, held out a hand towards one of the two visitor's chairs.
"God! Great stuff you're doing in sector 2-7-0! Great stuff!"
The man's hands were clammy, his handshake limp. Rumpled suit, porkpie hat, briefcase... oh Jes-- oh dear, a salesman. God's smile slipped a little but He soldiered on gamely. With luck He could shoo the poor guy away in a few minutes.
"So, what can I do for you?"
The man sat, briefcase across his knees. "Sector 2-7-0! Everyone's talking about it! What do you call it? Man and merman?"
"Man and woman, actually. And thanks. But we're pretty busy around here, and..."
"Oh! Right! No time for the wicked, eh?" The salesman winked and popped his briefcase,
Keep in Touch!
scheinbar is a much-loved and well-known deviant. Just one look at her gallery, filled with enchanting photography, will have you mesmerized. A deviant for over 7 years, Christiane can always be found posting inspirational features as well as regularly commenting on other deviations and encouraging and empowering her fellow deviants. We are inspired and insist that you too stop by and congratulate ... Read More