Predator
Yellow eyes watching Padded footsteps silent Fear's snatching Shaking; quiver violent Perfect trap Better hustle Twigs snap Leaves rustle Quick dash Swift death Blood splash No breath Invisible daywalkers Take...
"The Thin Line," Part T
\*\*\*\*\* There was a good reason that Albric Tor was chosen as a summer capital for the Empire, all those generations ago. Compared with some of the other areas of Faerie, in summer, it's a lot cooler. That comes from being up in the hills....
A (Modified)Love Poem
I yearn for nature. That's just the way it is. My soul demands it, like the lungs demand air. I desire the gleeful cries of a magpie atop a fence post, I must have the spicy smell of fallen pine needles in the summer. I burn for hollow...
First Day Camping
This is my first upload, please leave comments and critisism so I can improve! Thanks for viewing! He swung the mallet a final time, burying the last stake deep into the soil. The wolf dropped the tool, and stood admiring the tent he had so...
Hike #1 preview
The deer didn't necessarily agree with his new friend's selection when he finally caught up with the tiger, sitting on a wide flat rock abutting a creek burbling a perfect sleep machine burble. The big cat sat with one leg crossed and the other...
The Young Wild -- chapter 4
# Chapter 4 A trio of fires lit the inky night in the middle of the small village. Warm flickers cast a glow on deer of all ages as every family gathered around each of the three, shadows dancing on the trees all around them. The crackling of the...
Rose Flare
Thorns that entomb the day. Catching all that stray. Scent that snares the soul. All shall pay the toll, or pedals crimson red. Shall cause burning dread. Now be set free from your bonds, and incinerate the grounds. Feed the ruby breeze. Just...
Rose Storm
Thorns that envelope the night. Slashes everything in sight. Sent as sweat as honey. That entices the beast's tummy. Pedals tainted blood red. That dances with no sign of dread. Now be unleashed from your bonds, and fall to the grounds. Lifted...
Creative Writing Prompt #2: Nature Scene
_Sitting Under a Weeping Willow Tree_ A small, sleeping red fox sits beneath the weeping willow tree, its fur a vivid orange of captured sunlight resting beneath the soft green of the tree's branches. Its eyes are closed in its peaceful slumber, a...
Black Tea (Pt. 1)
- - - Unimaginably long ago, before the conception of recorded history itself, Nyaesira had preserved the balance of the cycle of life. It was the deity's chief responsibility to ensure that no species would set in motion a chain of events that could...
The Wolf of the Night
The Wolf of the Night By Foxpiper Oh, wolf of the night, what darkness you bring, Your howling announces the setting sun; Over sacred forests where your brethren sing, To the rising moon, a wondrous one. As a child of Fenrir, I see in your...
Speech 1. Man among Machines.
People are enslaves by greed that they lock themselves inside a room of hatred. They blame others for their own despair, and as so they do not care anymore, and in return are not cared for. These kinds of people are machines, with machine heads and...