All the colours of the Greybow
I sit, alone in a crowd, Watching as the world spins round In all the colours of the Greybow. My laughter is as hollow as my tears As hollow as my unknown fears And all the colours of the Greybow Black and white and in between Looking through a...
My sister's True Colours
This is a work of Fiction. Any resemblance to characters known or owned is unintentional. Please enjoy. * * * * * * * * * The car door closed with a soft thud as Luke Shadowfur got out of the car. He stretched his arms out above his head, his...
Bigwig Dreams of Colourful Bucks
His mane shone with the colors of the storyteller's words, and he awaited the awakening of his chief and friend.
True colours that I seek.
This is not easy to understand For you that come from a distant land Where all the colours are low in pitch - Deep purples, deep emeralds and rich man, Where autumn's flaming and summer's green - Here is a beauty the you have not seen. All is...
A Little Colour (Chapter 2)
#2 of a little colour jayce has made his choice, following the mysterious vixen into the darkness. but just what does she have waiting for him within?
A Little Colour (Chapter 1)
#1 of a little colour jayce is heading home after a day like every other, resigned to a bland and monotonous life, when an enchanting stranger appears, threatening to change his life forever...
A Little Colour (Chapter 3)
#3 of a little colour well and truly alone now, jayce and the mysterious vixen can really get to know each other. be on the look out for chapter 4 coming soon!
A Little Colour (Chapter 4)
"a little colour sure goes a long way..."
Relapse
I thought the drugs would take away the pain Instead, it took all I had and drove me insane, Deep within, my freedom has forever been slain, Oh how I long for it back, it's what I crave, All I am now is but a slave.
Black Meridian 13: Kallinger Colours
**13: Kallinger Colours** Justin ran into the night air, eyes peeled for his friend. His mother was howling for he and his sister to get into their beds, but the eleven-year-old hadn't seen his pet feral all evening. Brakka was known to catch a scent...
With his True Love's Colours in his Mane
Hiding his pleasure and his embarrassment, the stallion raised his chestnut head, the wine coloured curls of his mane bobbing as his deep baritone filled the room.
Against All Odds: Part 40 - True Colours
**_Part 40 - True Colours_** _(Nathan)_ Nathan settled his head upon the sofa cushion, pulling his blanket up over himself just like he had done countless times already that weekend. Television images flashed non-descript in the hazy periphery of...