P.O.V. - Reflections 3
Teammates It wasn't my first night out on the trail. I may have still been a fairly young husky girl to be traveling across that frozen landscape, but I had more experience than anyone else my age I assure you. So much experience, in fact, that my...
P.O.V. - Reflections 2
Predators I know how stupid it was. I knew before I did it, and I certainly know in retrospect. I'm not proud of my decision that night, and I never have been. However, what happened that night changed something in me... Before then, I had been a...
P.O.V. - Reflections 1
Roommates I can't exactly remember how I ended up in that situation the first time. The whole reason I had headed over there in the first place was to meet up with my pal. We had gone to school together for as long as I could remember, and since...
Chapter 3: Reflections
The canyons of glass were aflame with the symphony of radiance, bounding and reflecting off each other until the streets themselves seemed to be awash in light.
Into the Horizon: Recovery and Reflections
Into the horizon: recovery and reflections the next morning was only slightly better than the night had been. scott hadn't slept much as bane kept drifting from one nightmare to the next.
Chapter Ten - Reflection
The soft melody of old human music resounds throughout my room, the lulling tune of their accented voices complementing the slow, chilled beat perfectly. Slowly, I open my eyes, the drape of night having been cast over the world. Countless stars dot...
Past and Present, Reflections
The reflections of light from the mechanical boxes in front of them changed as their concealed hands moved around just below the box.
Reality Reflecting Art
Alice draws werewolf pornography, and reality soon reflects her art. skin ripping / hatching transformation. moderately revised from previous versions. comment if you enjoy this content and want more like it!
Destiny Intertwined, Reflections
The tigriss in the reflection did the same. next, she traced a hand up her head and found a velvety ear on top of her head. turning from the reflection, she walked into the light of the torch and examined her naked body. it couldn't be denied.
Reflection - A Bit of History
It had been a normal day so far, just like any other. The teacher droned on about some war I didn't care about. Some scientist hated the world and basically destroyed it. 'Big deal,' I thought to myself. 'It's been almost 480 years; who cares about...
Reflections on Suicide: Nightfall
Like a light at the end of a tunnel, the headlights reflect razor sharp beams of light along the rails, splitting the darkness of the forest floor.
An Early Morning Reflection
A raw moment of panic seized me as I clawed free from the ragged edges of a nightmare my fractured nerves had concocted for me. The breeze of a nearby fan turned my way, rustling my fur faintly and giving some respite from the sticky sweat of night...