Where The Wild One Rests
# Where The Wild One Rests "It's me, love. Open up." The voice was muffled through the heavy wooden door. It was hoarse, rough - like a throat scraped raw from too much howling. He was already on his feet, fingers aching as they curled around...
Emotions (Series, Chapter 1, revised)
#1 of emotions (series) originally written by ace wolf, revised and edited by aw\_6. please comment, rate, and enjoy!
Gortoz 'A Ran - ch 51- The need for her affection...
All the emotions i felt that evening... it was so overwhelming... i wasn't able to hide it any longer, not from nikki... i know she didn't felt comfortable about it... yet she still gave into her feelings...
Writing.
At the end of the day, all that and more has happened, merely by a few strokes of the writer's pen, that which brings life, emotion, and soul into our existance. ~lwolfeh
Magic Words
Conflicting emotions made the last few bites of her steak taste sour and she set her fork and knife down. "don't you like the steak?" thresha squeezed her thigh to keep her hand from trembling. what was this sudden pressure she felt?
Sleeping Diamond - 1 - Invitation
Somehow, her body relaxed and the emotion fading away once more but a sudden warm feeling enveloped on the yellow kitsunes cheeks.
A Savior and a Martyr
I guess...i mean, there's some blood (not overly-gratuitous), death and sadness (hopefully something emotionally impactful), but there is no sex or anything like that. is death an adult-rated concept?
Sacrifice Not Requested
copyright comidacomida 2025 Ever since I could remember I've had a dog in my house. When I was born we had a Canine Corso named Bello. Technically he was in the house before me; my parents got him from the pound a litle before I was...
The World Tree
A short creation story about life, emotions, and purpose. (c) 2024 j. d. osborne-mcgavin. all rights reserved.
Anny and Jade - (Song for atmosphere: Avernus - Sirya (Mike Foyle Remix) )
A silence had come over them as anny fought through his emotions. jade's expression slowly relaxed to a softfeminine gaze.
Love Letters
I felt tired and emotionally spent and not to mention icky under my scrubs. all that was forgotten when i saw the familiar form of a certain firelion sitting on the couch and drinking coffee.
Just A Little While
The child coughed and covered it's mouth and nose as the doors to the transport slid open, letting the air from outside rush into the interior, flooding his nose and throat when it breathed in. Frightened, and hardly able to breathe, the child clung to...