Silence, Please
#39 of writings another entry in my mlp fanon project, this is the introduction to two new characters, fable prose, and final cut. their meeting is quite unique in several ways.
The Wind Sings
#1 of poetry/prose an old piece of poetry that has been floating in my head again. **whispers... soft and unnoticable. can you hear the stories it tells? of ethereal places of legends hidden from the world.
Broken Wings
Fly, be free. Into the wide world. The bird set off to explore. No pain or fear, just freedom. All over she flew. Wings beating against the wind. Night falls the wolves come out. The bird alights down for a rest. No pain, no fear, just...
Winters-Lament.txt
Winter's Lament by Afril Enrobed in frost, her silver fur twinkling in the cold light, The white maiden does yet jealously guard the moon's passing. Her breath is the North wind, Her touch brings the ice, stopping rivers, covering lakes. At...
Journal Entry, First Day
Today, around 12:20 p.m., I was assisting my stepfather and mother with some digging and re-shuffling of soil in the backyard of their beautiful home in Eastfield. It was good, honest work that any ready, healthy fur has more than capable means of...
Twillight Link Dragon: During A Night
Should I keep living or not?\*I lower my dragon head and close my eyes\* Am I the only one who's a dragon? I keep having this anger lately and I don't have no one to talk to. I'm afraid of killing someone who's just trying to help me.\*I start to...
012 - Oh! Even In The Grave! pt.04
Dying on a molecular level kind of sort of, then being alright again kind of sort of, in a manner of a seconds is a harrowing ordeal to put it mildly. Gor' and Ideas pop outside for a little while for a smoke, Butters tells them they'll just wait here....
An Interview with Paper_Paws
And i try to make my prose do what the project needs, rather than develop any one clear "style."
Bottom, of the Barrel
#1 of prose first prose upload. just a short barely edited smut story. she took a deep breath.
Vagrant (poem)
Exploring prose and such.
Life is Heavy
More poetry, and prose i don't know who i am anymore said the sweaty bird who could not fly straight for three days straight and went home with a tummy ache.
Delving Deep.
The striving, omniscient, self capitulating behemoth of inner resolve. To gaze upon its bald face is to see eternity itself. The ability to not merely confront any obstacle, but stare it down into dissolution. For within itself is the assuredness of...