Reflections on Suicide: The Great Machine
Reflections on SuicideThe Great MachineA great machine is always made of many small, sometimes even insignificant parts, but, without those very parts, the machine as a whole would cease to function. Gears of varying sizes turn at varying speeds, but...
Reflections on Suicide: Nightfall
suicide had been on breen's mind lately, and with each passing day without rest, that option became more realistic, and more vivid. he has no family, no friends, and works a dead-end job.
Suicide: Prologue Remade
"suicide is not the answer!" i chuckled lightly and responded, "of course not. it the question." "this isn't a joke drake!"
Predator Assisted Suicide
Predator assisted suicide fenryx nabob and his vixen lover are in hiding from collection agencies and the law.
Reflections on Suicide: Crossroads
Reflections on SuicideCrossroadsThere comes a time in every man's life where he must take up arms against great struggles on his own. He must fight for his survival, and work to build up his life. This is a life's length of work, and a life's length of...
Suicide is the key to life!
Essentially the rantings of a newly clear headed furry: suicide. it's the key to life. dont misunderstand, the meaning of life, i think, is for it to be lived. in christianity, suicide is a sin, why?
Judith and The Suicide King
Report: Case File - The Savage Dark Reporting Agent: Code Name - Jack "Savage" Affiliation: Unknown Current Whereabouts: Unknown Agent Status: Unknown (Active) Recording Continues: _"Here, I will skip forward a little. Not much, of course. The...
Dog of War
Prolog: A body lay strewn on the floor, blood pooling from the lupine's mouth and from a hold in the back of his head. The cold tile floor misted slightly from the last dying breath from the dead figure. He was laying at the edge of the bed, his...
nameless poem
I've stretched to far I've reached my end It's so hard to keep a friend. I'm a loser a man with no hope I hang life less my neck in a rope Fuck this world, it's just Hell I love you all and wish you well
i'm a scarecrow, not jesus
\*\*a/n: unlike nearly all my writing on here, this one has no yiff in it. this is actually a suicide oneshot. i'm taking a breather from all the sex. this is not within the timeline of the rest of the oneshots. it's just randomly here. as always, i crave
Arctic Fox in the Polar Bear's Jaws
It would've been suicide to hunt for them. he just ignored it. "head down, do your job," he thought. he decided to get back to more ordinary work. he started pulling up the tools necessary to tip off police. he considered it busywork.
My Last Decision
Will I kill the gods? Or will I tread on? Will I be free Will I be myself In a snowstorm? Or will the breath go on Will I be me Or I will I have been me? Yes or No?