Writing Prompt #7: An Ideal Shape
Type: prose length: \> 500 words (yes, at least!) description: write a self-contained scene centered around physical intimacy.
Fluffybutt Prose Poems: Cocoa
#4 of fluffybutt prose poems for an irish friend of mine. a trail of watermelon seeds stretch across the savannah as cocoa rolls along in his rind, leaving behind vines and patches, awaiting the sight of his six brethren.
the body goes splash
The lion was a body. The body was slumped in a wheelbarrow. The wheelbarrow was starting to drag. The dragging was hard on his paws. His paws were covered in blood. The blood was from somebody else. A somebody who wasn't a hare. A hare who was...
A Day of Infamy
**December 7, 1941 Lower Decks of the Japanese aircraft carrier Hiryu** It was a calm winter night in the North Pacific as the Japanese battle fleet began making preparations for their planned attack, months in the making and the result of a...
A second chance at landing.
As always any feedback about the prose or the actual spicy stuff is always appreciated! gregor was fuming as he left the cramped demountable building. the exam had gone terribly.
Fluffybutt Prose Poems: Beth
#5 of fluffybutt prose poems lemonade is dandy.
Fluffybutt Prose Poem: Peppermint
#13 of fluffybutt prose poems easy to upload here than on fa or weasyl. little is ever seen of peppermint, but the fruit of her labor can be seen in the sparkling, glistening trees of candaroo valley.
Balto, Aftermath [Aleu has no one. I must be the one, and damnit, I will.]
"call me gabriel," i said , bowing in the proses. "gabriel, like the angel?" the husband asked. "heh! you could say that." he scanned the metal plates and buffalo leather with great detail.
[PE] To The Third Power - Chap 5 Excerpt
EXCERPT BELOW: ------------------------------ As she worked at re-shelving books, she caught a glimpse of a Hat Man, disappearing around a bookshelf out of the corner of her eye. Spike sighed and glared at the bookshelf in question. "I saw that,"...
Maybe You Could Be Friends With Rory
Mist-fellow had revealed himself a nice cat, not too big in the head, even apologizing when he spent about fifteen minutes in wide-eyed explanation of how it felt like to put words down on paper and trap time in them, eternally represented there in his prose
Nocturne: Introduction
Fair old Nocturne Across the lands the cities rose like giants, shore to shore. The viral plague of humanity spread over hill and dale. The souls it nurtured ate and drank and lived life to it's full, never doubting what they knew of brick and bone...
How to become a fur
There were only a few clouds outside that night, lazily floating across the sky like baby lambs chasing stars. So pure and peaceful, she began drifting off, her eyelids slowly starting to meet. She was thinking about life. The life she had now... was...