Blurred Lines
"sssooo the entire management of this bussiness cannot tell me whyyy one of my best emmployeesss has gone missing..." "five oh great one."
The Great Orchestra
#5 of poetry wherein i describe my one true religion; not what you think it is.
THE FRONT: PART 10
The rain continued, pouring down in a seemingly endless shower. It was cold and even Scott's thick fur wasnt doing much to help keep him warm. He was worried, he didn't want Wynter to die, if he did then he would become a sergeant, and Scott dreaded...
THE FRONT: PART 7
Said one soldier, a badger, shakily. he had wire rimmed glasses and one lens was cracked. but the medic wasn't listening, he had called a nurse over and took the wounded ermine away.
THE FRONT: PART 6
Scott didn't know how long the battle lasted after the lieutenant rescued him, but eventually the screams, and the dreadful artillery blasts quieted and soon all was quiet except for the occasional moan from the odd wounded anthro left alive by the...
THE FRONT: PART 2
Scott awoke in the dim confines of a dugout, the failing light of late evening spilled through the opening hole and Scott blinked several times to adjust his vision. Wynter was talking to a medic outside, a young rabbit who looked like he'd rather be...
One in the Shadows part one
one could find irony where he could be found, even made hans crack a smile at the thought... as hans grew near to the shop he could see some of the butchers men on the street, the were unaware of him, for the momment.
Regrets
She laid in the dark, after he left, a one night stand wasn't anything grand. she had hoped he'd stay, rather than make a move to play he left her in the dark cold and stark.
A Letter to Sapphire
#1 of free mind stories colors, the beauty of them interchanging between one another. a letter to sapphire (any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.) dear sapphire, hello.
The Hunter
Beside the table, the hunter sits, one leg crossed over the other, hands folded in his lap, as he looks contemplatively at the person on the bed. \*\*\* the hunter rides upon his dark brown horse, through the wind and the rain, heels to the beasts
The Dress
"this one's me," she said, pointing to an old, black and white polaroid. "that was back when i was a bit younger than your mother." it was a day at the beach and she was wearing one of those old-fashion swimsuits you just don't see anymore.
Keep it Up
He explained it to her as best he could, when she finally woke up, her hand in his own, warm one. he explained that they could treat her, that they could keep her alive.