Power and Pride
It began in blood, under starlight, as only the tales of master poets or the heaviest wages of history could. it began in darkness, atop the wind-knifed high crest of the castle.
A taste of Greatness
poets dream of me, romantics idolize me. few however, can love me. and right now, lion cub, you do not love me. you think you love me, but in your erotic searches, you have mixed up love and lust just like the fools most mortals are. hah!
Techne (Alternative Eroticism)
: artist, surgeon, poet, lover. coda cut. the air sang as it became the instrument of their simultaneous moan; flesh tough as granite split beneath his blade like the gash was there all along, then allowed his fingers inside.
Winter Tent Ficlets - Chapter 1 - Sweet Words and Sensual Touches
First of dusk had always been good with words, a budding poet who could weave stories and songs so well. he had helped her so often with her writing classes that she had learned to recognize anything written by him.
Dessert
. --- the porn that i felt like writing one late evening whilst watching "casablanca" ~or~ dessert by nemesis (the poet virgil) "i'll have you know," the german sheperd laughed, panting and stroking aaron's face as she lay back
Red Twilight the Weaver promotional copy
Book 1 the mother chapter 1 mother corn chapter 2 the late autumns ride chapter 3 wolves run and the red flower chapter 4 the poet chapter 5 the poet's memories chapter 6 what lies ahead?
the Story Teller Exidus (free E-book)
Chapter 5 the poet's memories chapter 6 what lies ahead?
"TOTEMIC EARTH" + ALL MY CHARACTERS
Of slim streamlined muscle -occupation: freelance writer, novelist, occultist, poet, amateur journalist, investigator, theologist, and anthropologist.
Fractured Memories Part 2
Feyder commissioned by dodish just for arguments sake i want to say i am not from a poor family, the lovecraft's are a respected lot, my father was a respected poet
Evil Book part 1 gift work for night_spore426
Jun is a poet, she is struggling like so many others to find real work in the field she loves, truth being what it is the two of them find themselves in a relationship of conveniences.
Driftwood
She'd never understood why poets had to be so depressed all the time for most of her life, but she was starting to. she hadn't always liked everything about her life, but the parts that she didn't like used to seem easier to deal with than they did.
Prologue: A pleasant (and cold) accident
"first, you sorry excuse for an roman poet, i have a reputation to keep. second, the brother of the girl you raped has a snuff fetish." he waves to a camera in a corner of the roof. "say hi to him.