Blacklisted Chapter 2: Revelations
The day was sunny and bright, a nice day to do anything. Swim at a friend's pool, play football at the park, escape from a prisoner transport. Anything is possible on this day, including escaping from prisoner. Now back to Vince. Vince was slowly...
Me and my pal Serefina pt.1
I do not own any characters, names, nor pokemon species in this story except for Serefina, Sarah, nana and shawn also any that I may create along the story line I hope that clears most things up. Xxx stands for a different character to talk I was...
Pilha de memórias.
Plano de aventura. Pilha de memórias. Premissa. Um dos personagens do grupo acorda após um estranho sonho no qual ele é um sábio em missão. Todas as noites, o sonho continua a si próprio, em segmentos. Perturbado, ele acaba procurando ajuda com um...
Family Memories
You also can't shake off that memory of him shoving your face against his sweaty armpit, as an attempt to mess you up with his very musky and strong scent that he, at the time, assumed would gross you out and push you away.
Don't leave the group
Riley was walking along the outskirts of the little wood near the excavation site. He was bored by the endlessly talking tour guide, who seemed to have a story about any stone that lay in the tourists-group path. He managed to slip away during a boring...
Reunited Memories
memories of drawings and stories and hours at a computer chatting with others who did the same thing. i remembered who i used to be...who i still am. but most importantly i remembered why i didn't fully fear my new friend here.
Cosmic Stars - Chapter Eighteen
Flash after flash reflected from within the terminal of Fellorian's major port. Tapping the trigger repeatedly, Tiriaq growled while gunning down a heavily infected ferret. The creature finally stopped moving after it had several dozen bullet wounds in...
Memories
In memory of his father, my son is named joshua kiev tri. my mate always hoped our son or daughter could have his last name, i gladly accepted, as long as i could come up with the list of names. we did not even need to go far.
The Greatest Gift - Poem by Supremacy Kills
And the wisps of smoke begin to vanish before your eyes,i'll show you where your greatest gift peacefully lies.little brother, little brother, oh dearest brother,and although we are not from the same-blood mother,the greatest gift to you from i,are the memories
Beginning Memories
Nate smoothed out the covers and made his mother's bed as he finished the little trip down memory lane.
The Lutenist (In Memory of Randomonlooker)
Ah, joyous lute within the square, The player hidden from our sight, Sends serenades of music fair And plays unto his heart's delight. Re-mi-re-mi-sol, re-mi-re-mi-sol. Ah, loving lute, with roses trimm'd, With passion for a lady...
Memory and Desire
He would be happy, with the memories he had left. she would not go after him. she could not. her wings were skeletal, fleshless and shattered. the wounds had been too many.