A Stranger in Suburbia (An Interactive Story) - Prologue (20)
Now, go out there, write your _self_down in beautiful prose, and put it in my letterbox when you've done so. now! i'm afraid i've got some errands to run, so let's talk again later! ta ta." you are all but shoved out of his office.
TE-001: Six Minutes
The first actual prose written in the twilight era setting we'd been using to roleplay with for years, coming off of not having written prose since 2018 and a series of upheavals that ended up reforging nearly everything about who we were.
We Don't Want You Here...
"Nanuk! Be careful out there!" the boy's mother called. Well... boy might be an understatement. Nanuk was an adult by what we might consider. A tall, lanky young man, green eyes and long white hair. Not uncommon in his little home village. Many of the...
It's That Special Sensation
Was my façade as wrinkled as the taped-together gift paper wrapped around that tome of purple prose? had the acid rain of date failure eroded the beautiful golden furs and put my emotions out there to be read by everyone, freely?
Fluffybutt Prose Poem: Crumbs
#16 of fluffybutt prose poems not based off any actual furry, just a first draft of a poem for a horror fan who actually didn't care much for this one, at least not when applied to his own character. the boarders do not know where they are.
Heart of the Lion
Fumbling over my words unless given time to plan them out in verse and prose. she speaks up against any injustice that she sees. her blood boiling at the thought of another being made to suffer for the amusement or hate of someone else.
Fluffybutt Prose Poem: Shep
#10 of fluffybutt prose poems for a really nice guy. when it comes to career cred, shep holds the monopoly on it.
In the Service of Mystery (Pt. 19)
'_ i huffed and ran a paw over my face, glad that i wasn't going to suffer any more of reginald minutus' stilted prose.
Coming to Realize
_ALL I EVER WANTED_ _ALL I EVER NEEDED_ _IS HERE IN MY ARMS_ _WORDS ARE VERY_ _UNNECESSARY_ _THEY CAN ONLY DO HARM_ Tonight, I performed the perfect gentleman, Mrs. Brisby, widow, of four. I keep your grace in mind, and remember that we come...
Additional Benefits From Reading
But satya flips through a page at a time, marveling at what prose can get printed these days by a legitimate publisher. she doesn't read.
"The Gift", Richard's (SF) Introduction, Concludes
Contributions can be made in the form of artwork, prose, poetry, written contributions, song selections, sonnets, or offerings of any sorts.
Fluffybutt Prose Poems: Vlad
#2 of fluffybutt prose poems for fa: darkerlight99 once the blanket for the cottage of a lonely boy, vladmir cherkovsky now only watches him through his mystic pearl.