Lace "Razer" Faykin
At first she just pulled pranks on the datanet but as her skills grew she found ways of getting what she wanted and getting in to more trouble in the proses.
The Magnum Opus - Chapter 5
_ prose gasped. all around cliff, the earth that made up the gateway cracked and shattered. it had been mostly featureless until now.
Chocolate Factory/Care A Lot
prose/poetry i love you i was born in the 70s, among odd angled houses, and eyes looking out of windows. "mellow yellow", along with "how much is that doggy in the window?", seems connected forever in my life.
Windfall: Wrapping Up
The steampunk one cast him as a stoic swordsman and her as an aristocratic airship heiress--creative, though the prose got purple enough to embarrass a plum.
An Ire to Inspire
Hope, purity, growth, intelligence or even courage and maybe within these words i could aspire to encourage alas those who've read this far it is hard and yet if it would be easy if i were a bard i would search the lowest lows in search of perfect prose
Left to His Own Devices, Ch. 1
Plus, it gave percy a chance to get through with some of the commissioned fiction work he was given, though he always tended to write better prose when he was sitting on james' lap. no matter though, for now he needed coffee.
Dreamscape[prose poetry]
Dream Escape A deep blue sky, and a field of wildflowers as far as the eye can see. The horizon ponders to itself in the twilight. Stars are putting on a show: twinkling, dazzling, flying across the sky like there was no tomorrow, which could...
Look, After...
Don't let the purple prose scare you, it's intentional. you'll see. * * * the drab carpet was firm and unyielding beneath socked paws and slogging footsteps. a utilitarian surface, a sponge for rainwater, grime, and stress.
Tract Nulla – Malroth
A perfect moment of external motivation, internal inspiration, the season, and general headspace resulted in this: the piece of prose you’re about to read. i do sincerely hope you enjoy it, and the ensuing follow ups.
Lines of Crimson
It always just flows more freely if i feel like im talking to you, so my writings always end up in this sort of 'spoken prose' format and that makes it difficult to write long, chaptered out stories.
Fluffybutt Prose Poems: Zipper
#3 of fluffybutt prose poems always looking for new backstories to write. all around zipper's bedroom lie the anatomy of myriad other species; muzzles, beaks, trunks, wings, hooves, shells, and even antennae can be found.
Central Space: Part 1
KAGEMUSHA Of course it would be the zipper. It was always the zipper, getting stuck on the way up. Kellan didn't risk many people seeing her like this, half dressed, breasts still hanging out, but if she couldn't get the zipper back up soon it would...