Big Ben at Work
I felt the big bear walking, who knows where. suddenly, it smelled utterly awful...a rank odor cut through even the fetid jock prison dominating my every sense. i shuddered.
A better world part 2
who knows? \*\* when the villagers left, they warned me about the power shutting off. but, hey, i knew it would happen eventually - it just made sense.
Inferno High - Chapter 8
And who knows if his parents would really get mad or not. maybe they'd give up on the anti-gay thing if their son was gay.
You Only Live 18 Times #9 (Spyjirra)
"got any ideas how we're going to destroy an underwater ship guarded by a hundred argonians, and who knows how many altmer wielding magic?" he asked. she stroked the cat. "not a clue. but you're the smart one.
Ode to Family and Friends
This is to show my sincere love and appreciation for those who i know or who know me. ode to family and friends. by carl blessing/murphy slaugh to all my family and friends, whether human or of fur. i love you so very much.
The Struggle Within
who knows what powers he could gave, telekinesis, lightning bolt, shadow ball, and he's just an eevee! can you imagine if he evolved?" "too bad there's no other way to get rid of him other then this.
find my way
knows nothing cause i know a few things about love hate and things so i hoped you enjoyed this poem ^.^ i'm sitting all alone, with tears that start to fall.
Figments of My Reality (Poetry)
who knows. i escape to the less practical, the majestic, the fantastical. why? because i can't be bothered there. who can interrupt my dreams then? no one. no one but me. i can get in my own way.
Deviant Delights #29 - Something Borrowed
Davin's doing who knows what in lucian's realm and won't take our calls, dylann is away managing his realm, seth is doing who knows what... though i do hope he's taking it easy."
Dreamscape Intro
who knows what she was up to this time, but who honestly cared? she was too young to cause much trouble anyway. he followed the same routine as usual, got up, washed, ate, and left for school, not noticing the new mark on his neck yet.
For the Feast...
Smell of a buffet about the begin a hurry to the table is quietly made to see among the limited seats, who'd win with quite a few excuse me's & sorry's, there all taken for a few times, eye's lock, brows rise & seats become available to those, who
Poem: Love
Or is there more, more to this tale of woe, more than one, but two, who combined share passions of great ambitions of which only those who know of its full power can fathom?