Diary of a Madwolf
There is no mouth, nor nose- only those cold, hollow eyes staring at me. entry 12: the last goodbyethis is not suicide, nor sacrifice. all it is, is the inevitable result of my struggle.
Sleepwalking
I thank you not for being yourselves, nor for any actual effort on your part. i thank you for serving as an ever standing, filthy cracked mirror i may look into and hate myself with as well.
Ignorance is no excuse
It had neither head nor neck. only a big maw stretched from one shoulder to the other. the shade growled at tom with a voice not audible, but it vibrated through his body and filled his mind.
A Dragon's Tale-Chapter 6-A Day Alone
"nor do i,i said softly,nor do i."
Centum Mortes - 1
Why it screamed, they could not know - nor ever grasp _what_ it screamed to them. all they could do was observe. the struggling stranger, how it tried desperately to escape the chains that bound it so, was only as hapless as those below.
The Un-Named (the prolouge/into)
They can not improve or hinder a community nor can they benefit themselves. sometimes their better of not even being born. how such a thing can occur is a striking question.
First Steamy Day at Hortonville High (Entry #1 for Bad Fanfiction Writing Contest)
Responded the yellow rodent, not havng taken his gaze off of amy's naked pussy nor his paw off of his penis even after she had noticed him, nor even as he jumped down to the foor to make a run for it if needed.
Carnival of Traitors - Prologue (part II)
At last balan arose from the chair and began to walk around the table, not capable of focusing his eyes on anything in particular; nor on the fire in the hearth, nor on floral ornaments of arrases adorning stone walls of the old castle.
The Miller's Son
His body did not try to expel it by cough nor sneeze nor emptying his stomach, nor any other way a body cleaned itself. the feeling he had when his eyes fell upon _him_ was like that of a famished man's falling on a feast.
White Nights
He didn't write the stories for the money, nor for fame, nor even because his beloved tigress benefactor had kept him whole and healthy and safe from harm for all these years, all these many, many years.
Peace
Death nor soldier had found him. he had outrun them all but not the voice, nor the faces. \*\*\* when i was young, i used to joke that i was my own worst foe, that one of these days i'd stop betraying myself and do what was best for me.
Shell, Skin and Fur
But the truth be told, i have no idea why i'm here, nor why you're here, nor why anything that has happened has happened. i don't know why she isn't carrying her own child, nor where she's at at this moment. i muddle through the best i can.