Recovery
Chapter 12: recovery author's note: lacyus: hi everyone. due to university and a nasty combination of classes, rent, lack of money, tuition and lack of jobs out there, i must apologize for the lack of postings the last few months.
Recovery
* * * recovery by floralfur anorith just lay there as she slowly began to open her eyes. she had no idea what had happen or how she ended up here. she could hear noises from somewhere but didn't now where.
Recovery
Trying to rekindle my passion for writing and music so this is the first step to my own recovery of passion. featuring my boyfriend's fursona, marcus mooney.
Recovery
We can help push, to help control the recovery. did you bring your keys?" i patted the pocket of my pants, making the keys jingle, then remembered something that michael had told me about his garb for medsoc. "i'd taken pockets for granted.
Recovery
I could've been upstairs in my room drawing. I could've been in the backyard practicing yoga. I could've gone to the grocery store and picked up a few items that were neglected last time I went, but I didn't. I stayed at home, inside, in my living...
Recovery
Number three, they're coming fast! \/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/ The little arctic vixen woke up slowly, her fur feeling matted and stuck together between her legs. She felt what she was laying on rise...
Recovery
Her recovery felt great and now she can appreciate all that are around her. the doe has been through a lot but now she has the feeling of having the heart of a lion and the knowledge and wit of an elder.
RECOVERY
.** **recovery.** by stephan glazer. 29thdecember 2318 10:07am stephan woke up in the morning and closed his eyes from the brightness of the sun shining in through the window.
Recovery
Because then you can share your story of how the chains didn't hold you back, to inspire someone of your recovery from when your world was cast in black.
Recovery
She came aware more quickly this time, the soft sounds in the room with her pulling her into awareness. She needed to know on an instinctive level what was going on around her and the presence of someone or thing in the room with her drove her...
Open Poetry
Andrew Jennings 5/26/2013 Bondage We will not die for a god like this, who creates mistakes that walk like this. I spit in his face who made me, and laugh as he obeys me. I have listened enough to your children, with their squeamish...
Dive. [Poem]
Grab my hand hold me close, whisper that I'm yours. Break apart every wall, break in all the doors. Long ago my heart, it felt, a longing for your presence. But down the road, when progress slowed, I learned life's little lesson. Upon the top, at...