November-22-09
5 Years Later
The day is finally here, the day to meet my mate. As I excitedly prepare for my journey ahead, the thought of knocking on the door repetitively approaches my mind. I thought to myself, what will I say, what...
Ferret, Gore, Love, Pain, Tragedy
The Damned Series-Prologue
The Digital forest betrayed nothing, with its quiet skies, filled with various concious bits of Data. All minding their own business, the infrequent bouts of violence did little to disturb the tranquility of this world. ...
Digimon, Flamedramon, M/solo, Story Development, Veemon, Violence
Poems from BCT part 2
The Journey
By Ephemeral\_Dreams
We all start anew, as would an egg
but none finish the same, like gambling
Even as we try and try, with coins of time
All everyone wins, is relief in death.
Then it is up to us,...
M/solo, No-Yiff, Poem, deep
Lost:3
The Test.
It's been a few days since the "lessons" took place in Blackwargerymon's basement.
It's also been a few days since he'd opened his eyes...
Few squints, grunts and a quick paw to cover his eyes: all of the above were done before...
Blackwargreymon, Digimon, Flamedramon, Harsh, M/M, Slavery, Torture
Lost
Disclaimer: This story contains material of sexual activity between two males. All ideas are copyrighted and credited to Ephemeral\_dreams. I do not own digimon, Bandai does (I think). No reader under 18 should be viewing this material...
Bondage, Digimon, Flamedramon, Harsh, M/M, Mild Violence, Rape, Short
Lost 2
Disclaimer: under 18. get out. This is meant for us "Adults"
Oh well whatever, can't stop you.
Pain......his arms hurt....his legs....everywhere........
He slowly opened his eyes, the former sparkling...
Digimon, Flamedramon, Gore, M/M, Master/Pet, Torture
**The Maelstrom**
Sinking into the dark depths, why can't I feel naught but warmth.
Clinging to the stark past, why can't Ieal away the wounds.
Every trial to ascend, met with a heavier shackle.
Never revealed to be mended, set with a silver...
M/solo, No-Yiff, Poetry
**Clip for my pup**
There was once a feline, scarred and charred
from the embers of hate and regret burning inside him.
He wandered and floundered, trying to put out the fire within from his ire
In came a bright canine, carrying a bucket of...
Gay, M/solo, No-Yiff, Poetry, Short