Identity Theft
First time he had ever actually blanked a human before. "hehehe, you look just like a blank suit." stinkbrain smirked as he grabbed the blank, squeezing his featureless face in just a little bit. "oh, i know what i should do.
Return of the Blanks (MLP Fic)
The picture i used for this story belongs to its respective creator (if you know who made it, drop me a line so i can credit the person :3) return of the blanks by veedway a fan-made continuation to a fan-made product story of the blanks inspired by my
Ragnarok - Prologue
"Amidst the journey of our life I awoke in a dark wood" - Dante Alighieri, _Divine_ _Comedy_ "In the clearing stands a boxer and a fighter by his trade And he carries the reminder of every glove that laid him down Or cut him till he...
Costume Key Party
The mix of feeling the rubber hands and feet of the blank along with the fur that still remained on the blank's body.
Newfound Sanctuary
However, when she looked down at her flank, she saw that it was still blank. she then sighed, "or not."
Night of the Laughing Dead
I awoke to the feel of something nuzzling against my chin. It felt soft and smooth. Like the coat of a foal. Wait... It was the coat of a foal. I slowly opened my eyes and looked down. Sleeping with her head just under my chin was...
I've Lost Count of the Homes That I Have Lost
On the plus side, i think this "sonnet, blank verse, envoi" form has promise, it needs a name though. i've lost count of the homes that i have lost. one time too many i've been driven out.
The yeen and the pocketwatch - 3. A blank Slate
"if you're looking for something to say," xavier intervened, "perhaps 'i'm a blank slate' would be a better choice of words. come on." "i'm a... blank slate," the hyena muttered.
Blank Verse Essay On the Treachery of Hope
You must learn how to live and not to hope For hope will be a luxury ere long. For hope can be both manacle and chain. For hope can keep you too spellbound to run Until the waters rise too high, and boil. You would not be the first. In ages...
I Ask Myself How Is It I Have Come
I ask myself, how is it I have come, Still so far from the sunset of my days, (I pray tis not yet sunset on my days) Unto some chamber in the maze of life Where it is possible to hear you say 'I miss you' and 'I feel your absence in The...
Account of Presumed Ecstatic Experience during Initiation Rite in Unidentified Mystery Religion
It doesn't really matter how I died. Whether of time or tide or tiredness, But after this, the journey of my life I woke, to find myself in a dark wood. The way was lost, the night was long, and I Was more alone than I had ever been. It...
Either Your God Hates Me Or Your Religion Doesn't Work
#41 of poetry cw: religion, hostility to a category of religions in particular i think i'm getting the hang of confessional essays in blank verse. i like the way it forces me to be concise.