Longing For You
A sweet poem i wrote for my dearest in hope we will stay together **_the pearl white moon the perfect little tune the sound of my heart beating the hope this moment won't be fleeting for my love i long for forever i
Revenge at last.
This is an old story I found while cleaning out my closet so I decided to post it on here. Please note that I was thirteen when I wrote this story so. Anyway let me know what you think I might remake it in to a series. I stood there pistol...
Master and pet reunited
hope you enjoy "god damn it brady i told you to throw that coller away" a distinctly feminine voice scathed from the other side of the door the teen responded by giving the door a one fingered salute.
A Change in Pace
"about six, i decided to bring you over to my house about an hour ago, hope thats ok." brady looked around seeing a room not too much different from his own, with the exception of the manson poster over the desk.
My Master's Mistress
Finally I finished the third chapter. Criticism is more than welcome as always. As are punishment ideas if I don't upload every two weeks (Jastin made me type that) Caution! What follows below is based on true events. No names or ages have been...
Finding Jastin
As always be brutally honest. This story is based on RL events. Enjoy "So Jastin what are you doing after school?" A sixteen year old fox/panther hybrid asked looking at the red husky beside him. "I don't really have any plans. Why...
The End?
This is what will ((hopefully)) be my coming out of retirement story. given i'm sure i'm rather rusty be brutal with your criticism it's really apreciated. the year is 1890 the old west is in it's twilight years.
Why I'm fucked up
My first story. Criticism is welcome and appreciated. See my journal entry "soon" for more details "But why kehlan?" "Because I'm going to do something it'll be funny and if you don't I'm going to tell mom you watched adult swim." "I've...
A Pokemon story: Raichu's Hope
Gently she put rairai on the couch beside her and moved over to halbert at the bar with a hopeful look. "hahah, no, i don't see any behind the bar." he laughed, getting a disappointed look.
To My Absent Son
To My Absent Son By Carl Blessing/Murphy Slaugh My Absent Son, it's been many months Since I last saw your face. Yet in my mind, I still see and still hear you, Your memory I will not erase. I think of my actions to try and help, Though I...
hopeful days
I hope my form is not to disturbing to you."
There's always hope. Pt. 2
She was happy, her hope was now a bonfire, everything seemed alright, and everything was good. \*\*\*\*\* **well, there we have it, chapter 2.