Rod, our director weasel, joined them out here on the tarmac, taking great care of all the cracks and carnage that had been left behind.
"awesome! that was great stuff!"
Against all Odds, Corben, Macro, Micro, Short Story, Size Difference, Squirrel, Tirrell, Violence, Wolf, stomp
True, he was dead, he'd left behind this mortal realm, and he'd left behind his mortal remains, but such knowledge didn't help ease their hearts. jack and drake both felt terrible, leaving him behind.
Anthro, Death, Fantasy, Feral, Grief, Story Progression
Sighing and whimpering just a little as he shaved a small spot on my left ass cheek. . . then came sudden pain and more buzzing: he was tattooing my buttock like some kind of cow.
College, M/M, Semi NC
I am a firm believer in no child left behind. the basis for this collection was riding around in my head for a while, and was openly suggested by one of my readers.
M/F, Story Series, Transformation
Then, at the call of distant snows,
they took the lift and left, behind them just
a sugar dust of hair on carpet tile.
next time i'll get custard creams.
Non-Anthro, Poetry, Wolf
A paw print left behind
influence, ability, strength
a hunt for aspiration and conviction
a tussle, a competition, a battle
colourless world
armed with a mere pad in hand
bringing fortune back from grey
love of bonds
a fantasy conveyed
Enlightenment, Hardship, Joy, Pain, ability, artist, happiness, skill, talent
behind is surt's bed
metal screams and breaks the sky
while numbers once few now multiply
fire and metal make broken land
this is earth, that gave birth
the the always hungry machine of man
Poem, Poetry
Vix said as she policed the area for any and all items left behind.
"no." frank again admitted.
"neither do i."
Action, Adventure, Alien, Cross_dimensional, Fantasy, Fox, Frank, Hybrid, PERCII, Sci-Fi, Transformation, Vic, Vivudrosian, Vix, Vixen, Vulpine, WIP, sheila, sheriff, victoria
I'm home
running, feeling the wind in my fur
i look back and see the life i left behind
a life i wasn't happy in, hiding behind
a veil of normalcy.
Home
Instead, what's left behind
is a concept so fine
words cannot hope to capture
it's natural purity.
Love, Poem, Poetry, silence, words
We gather and sing together
for peace for our minds,
because those who have value
are always left behind.
we are brothers.
qua 18 mai 2011 18:16:50 brt
Male, cat-fox