Poem: The message of an Otherkin to the World
Poem: The message of an Otherkin to the World Poem by Noiratblack All the gold, all the guns, all the toys, designed for those, willing to killing. All the grey, all the darkness, all these flashes, everyone stands for one men, senseless...
Roads
This story contains adult themes and images of homosexuality. If that isnt your thing, then your really missing out, but please leave this...
#BoundlessFreedom
The stars are very near i feel a wave of emotion that fills me with glee because there is a notion that in this world, i can be free i notice there are others just like me they're dreaming too, so far and so high they too have a sense of boundless freedom
Out of Time, Out of Space Chapter 4
**CHAPTER 4** **RYT IN THE NICK OF TIME** Before us is a group of 4 jail cells, approximately 7 feet by 8 feet by 7 feet. There are 2 cells on each side of a short walkway, each separated from adjacent cells by a thick wall. They seem to be...
Subject Nine Ch. 3
And the more freedom we have, she's more of the hide until it's safe to move to a new spot to hide type. i can't stand being in one place to long, you know that." "i see."
Subject Nine Ch.1
I'm sure that since you have ten years of freedom on me that it's easier for you to be underground. sunlight and fresh air is what i need. not cold and dark sewers. and besides all that how did you find me? and why risk your life for me?"
Eveyln, Evelyn
Live for me, live for me, my sweet Evelyn. Do all that I wont, do all that I wished. Live as I wanted, growth be with me since. Evelyn, O! Evelyn. My one claim To being good, to loving all I missed! Could you live for me? I would do the same. ...
Slaves we are not
#1 of slaves we are not war, blood, violence, freedom, love, hate, anger poem of the oppressive hand they said i was too strong, that my body was to wrong. that i was a tool and not the user.
Owen
Owen Rivers sighed and looked down at the odometer; he had reset the counter before he left, and the miles hadn't quite reached six hundred yet. They would soon. In less than a hundred miles, he'd be nine hours away from the one-story house in West...
Poor Squirrel
Your now free squirrel, chip (with that the squirrel who's name was actually chip heaved his rope up and over the gargantuan fangs of his captor and crawled to freedom)
Freedom
He sleeps soundly, arms wrapped around you. You already don't really feel the urge to sleep, as his peace and happiness warms your chest. But you have something important to do, and so you calmly wait until he rolls around, as instincts...
Freedom
Katie rolled over in her bed, grumbling a little and parting the covers slightly, looking at her purple led clock which read 11:34. She should better get up. It was Saturday so she usually slept in. She tossed her covers aside, the colder air hitting...