Ma'at Bio
Ibs birthday: april 24th likes: tea, crystals (you know crystals with magical properties like healing and etc. yeah she's that kinda girl), incense, nature walks, meditation, any kind of water sport, warm weather/ spots, any novel that isn't nonfiction
Silence, Please
He was in the nonfiction section of the library, a little ways away from the science fiction where she was now leaned over. "hello?" he said into the rows of shelves. "is anyone there?"
Authors - Ch 3 Legionnaire
Some nonfiction though." "ah. i thought so. i've seen your books in our library. never read one, but i've heard of you!" quill-weave shrugged. "no matter. do you read?" surprisingly she saw the girl blush again.
"Heroin Eyes"
"Heroin Eyes" Written by Charles "Chucky" Mallon, 2 June, 2011. Reproduced by Ken Anderson. So many people walking by, So dead, but still alive. They're all in a rush to Get in line. Familiar...
Lonely Oak Chapter 29
It was a fairly big building, and within the maze and catacombs of paper-back, hardcover, fiction, nonfiction and even newspaper articles and microfilms, were sparse tables placed like glades in a dense forest.
"Broken Man's Blues"
* * * "Broken Man's Blues" Ken Anderson, 12 January, 2012 I've felt the cold, Of winter midnights. The things you see, Upon the streets. I've lived through guns, So many fistfights, And all the "things" They did to me......
Serval and Sheep (Chapter 31)
To his left, a thick nonfiction textbook: "feline behavior, volume iii: wild cats". to his right, a novel with a garishly bright cover depicting a wolf and rabbit in a deep romantic embrace: "a tale of moon". he breaks into a sweat.
Authors - Ch 9 Crassius Curio
Your nonfiction is always interesting, but you seem distant from your subject matter. as if you are a teacher and we the students. perhaps it might benefit from more personal perspectives." quill took this in.
Wolf Moon Chapter 7
**at the library:** ok i was in the nonfiction section in the back of the first floor. i was looking for the l's on the wall for the book "dogs of the moon" by arron lycan. after a bit of searching i found it in the corner.
Embers Fading in the Whispers of the Wind
I swished my tail with a flick of self-conscious irritation as I strutted across the schoolyard. My fur, the color of autumn leaves, bristling and wild in the soft summer winds, caught the sunlight as it shone through the overhanging branches...
The Alchemist's Study: Chapter Four
Vince was off in the nonfiction section but i think i'd heard him call my name, so he probably wanted to leave soon. i had time for a little more of the story from this quirky fox. "right, i should go over the war!" he said.
Something to consider
There is a simple fact that all men must eventually contend with. We are what we leave behind. A man has a life. His life must eventually end, so what is left? That is up to him. What we build, what we say, and what we do will outlive us. We are,...