Untitled Poem
The only demon here is me, For I am a werewolf you see. Don't pat my head, don't scratch my back, I'm not a pet, I'll make you my snack. I am far from mild, My true nature is absolutely wild. I have hunted, I have killed, Gallons of blood, I...
Untitled (1)
This withered and frail skin is finally cracking all the while I hate myself for all I'm lacking When will I see that I let this happen to me When will I see that the drugs aren't going to set me free? These cuts of passion are only scars of what...
Aesthetic
"it's untitled." "a composer i would recognize?" "hell, _i_ don't recognize him." "can i hear it?" "why?" "because i want to hear you sing, silvir."
Streams (Chapter 2)
They passed a bulletin board with a number of crayon drawings tacked up onto it: "a leukemia germ," "get well marky," and untitled illustrations of home, hospital beds, and children in casts.
The Moon Didn't Lie (Otherwise Untitled)
~ The cold wind filled the calm night with a mixture of rustling leaves and swaying branches as the groans of the car's engine settling into the ambient temperatures dwindled to faint creaks. The dragon clutched his arms tightly to his chest as he...
Coffee. (Otherwise Untitled)
~ Victoria leaned back in her chair, seated at the kitchen counter. This was no time for delays such as walking into the kitchen or strolling to dining room. She had quite reasonably sat herself down right in front of the action. The coffee maker...
[COM-13] Pet of magical Proportions
She kicked her pants off to the side and grabbed a book from her dresser, an untitled book that she'd been reading for weeks ever since arriving in uriel.
A Love Story
#1 of untitled what follows is a love story: the car pulls up to the curb, jerkily, as if spence hasn't driven in a while. i can feel the sickness start to wash over me and i'm about to ask if i can switch, if he can go in and i'll drive.
Detention (Otherwise Untitled)
~ The phoenix could see two things in her cell that were quite out of the ordinary. Remaining persistently in her line of view was the duct tape haphazardly around her beak, sealing it shut. The other matter was also heard, as the naked wolf sat a few...
Untitled Poem 2
The night is crisp and clear, Everything, I can hear. The wind blows through my fur, And brings smells from miles for sure. The moon is full tonight And is such a beautiful sight. The one night that I feel I belong Was what I've wanted all...
Autopilot (Otherwise Untitled)
~ With a crushing lack of contact with the remainder of the patrol flight, the light strike fighter banked sharply around another asteriod as the pursuers continued to hold their distance outside of the collection of rocks, wreckage, and ice. The nose...
Conclusions (Otherwise Untitled)
~ The Synth could only hear what was felt amongst the frame of the ship and up through their seat. It was difficult to see much of the controls or what was left of the cockpit over the flames and glow of metal being abraded from portions of the ship. A...