From stressed boy to good girl
Breathe out the stress. just breathe and relax and let everything go." ethan wasn't sure if it was 19's hands or 1's whispering tone, but he was starting to get hard.
Just Living: Chapter 2
Frey's eyes broke open slowly as he felt the warmth of sunlight through the window hit his cheek. As he woke up his head felt oddly clear, even though his body felt a bit stiff in certain places. He sat up slowly, feeling strangely well rested, and now...
A New Method of Release
stress was normal.
Writer-Fazed
I give him a flat goodbye dried by nerves, emotions, anxiety, the whole nine yards that make up the tummy butterflies. Nodding, impulse hits and I begin to eagerly trot away from him and strut toward the main foyer. I take a glance back, and in his...
Stress Relief
stress relief sun above cool soil moving beneath my paws my mate waiting in the shade nearby i pace the glen loosening stress tightened muscles i dash forward he is beside me running sun above cool soil moving beneath our paws
Madness, Starving, Hysterical
I manage to stifle my stress (regular hygiene care helps) with a laugh and tell her, "don't lie to me." except that my sister's life's _not_ that hard.
Relieving Her Brother's Stress (Commissioned)
She took in a deep, heavy breath and left the stresses of her work day at the door, not wanting to carry them into the apartment and dump them onto her brother...she **knew** that he was a very busy and serious type, and that kind of outside stress
Howl at the Moon
Spent half my life immersed In starlight... Outside the windows Of my room.... Was raised to think Everything was alright... But I found out the truth Much too soon! Oh, howl, howl, Howl at the moon! Oh, watch the midnight Blue, and feel...
Darkness
At first glance it might appear he was bleeding: it was actually the small bit of liquid that keeps a rat's eyes lubricated. . . which produced more rapidly under stress. the mouse's ears fell at the sound of the voice within.
The Christmas We Get
I’m too damn stressed out to deal with this bullshit right now, so-” “there’s your problem,” asterbury said, twisting his head back into place. “all your stress must be bleeding into the story itself.”
2593, Chapter 22
2593-22 The conference room was dark. Eric was seated in his usual seat at the head of the table, leaning back, eyes closed and trying to wake up. His sons had been over excited from meeting all those new people at the picnic, and even the quiet...
God Told Me to Love
God Told Me to Love By Iaran Frye-Carter A man at our safe bunker lights one up So I picked him apart I don't live off a deadly crutch Or self-mutilate to escape But grasping this seems a feat That's just too much to take Seeing sorry faces,...