The Disciplinarian
"Another long day as a grade school teacher..." The cheetah sighed loudly as he closed the front door behind him, loosening his tie. "Well as the kids say, thank god it's the weekend... right, Mr. Arlond?" He said as he looked at himself in a mirror on...
Eternal Darkness Poem By Kyaine
I'm having troubles with my mind, Self confidence is no where to be found, My depression getting worse along with my age and my fucked up head, Is too scared to find a cure, Is too nervous to do anything, Doesn't have the motivation to do what needs to...
Crónicas de la Frontera: Prólogo
Llegaron en mitad de la noche, envueltos en la oscuridad, y nadie les vio venir. El hombre que estaba vigilando desde lo alto de una atalaya en las afueras del pueblo pudo ser, seguramente, el que más cerca estuvo de descubrir lo que se escondía en...
Internal Bleeding
Dante walked through the wasteland in the direction of a major tank manufacturing facility that was no doubt well guarded. His rifle was resting on his shoulder and a scarf would occasionally blow in the dusty wind. He sent Jean and the rest of Zero...
Bleed
Tagline: an outcast reflects on his life as he bleeds out. i know, i know low effort thumbnail, fuck off. twenty. blood ran heavily from the mortal wound onto the cold, cold, cave floor, coating the cave with life blood. wheeze.
i fucked up bad...
"i should bleed out on about three minutes" he thought to himself holding the bloody razorblade deep in the wound that was rapidly leaking out his life essence praying for mercy to a god he didnt believe in moments before as his blood pooled on the ground
Bleed For Me
"i know what you did" he growls at her softly "and youll bleed for me.
I bleed
I bleed, both sides of my toe, the red ichor flows and you can have it all. i don’t bleed by choice, by i choose to not crust. here, have it and be done, drink greedily as you do. your favours nourish me.
Coworkers
It was a warm early September night when Michael got off work. The five-foot eight inch tall brown otter sighed as he started padding to his old beat up truck. He fumbled with his truck keys trying to get the right one to unlock his truck, but they...
Just Another Day
He wondered what it would feel like, would he bleed a lot, maybe he'd feel nothing. the boy wasn't sure anymore, he never felt much of anything. sometimes he wondered if he could feel anything. he just didn't know.
Luck of the draw CH3.
Everything goes quite until Vixen pipes up again, "if you like e'm so much why'd he hit ch'ya?," "he said he doesn't take to kindly to "us"," I say. "What'd you mean us?," Donner asks. "y'a know gays," I mumble. "What?," they ask. "GAYS! alright...
The Bar
It was a cold and rainy night when he padded into the Bleeding Heart bar. His grayish fur was soaked and matted down looking disheveled and not all the great looking. He took a towel that was offered to him by the hostess and quickly dried himself,...