Love used to be...
Love used to be my motivation; where has it gone? Love used to keep my mind towards the happiness; why did it leave? Love used to make me look forward to the upcoming days; was it ever there? Love used to keep the warmth inside my heart and soul;...
A Harsh Trek
The air was crisp yet painfully cold. It felt like sharpened pins upon her bare face, each footstep felt like it like it would be the last her legs could take, yet still the goat had to keep climbing. Her fur was too short for such a trek, yet she had...
breathe
I'm sure this isn't good for my heart. I feel dazed and dizzy, adrenaline fading in and out of my bloodstream as if on an alternating current. I want to rip the goddamn outlet out the wall. A pat on my back jolts me back. I look to my right....
Reflections in the Light of Darkness
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX REFLECTIONS IN THE LIGHT OF DARKNESS An Adult LOTR Uruk-hai story by Lustful\_Orcs XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX DESCRIPTION: An Isengard Uruk-hai known as the Chosen One who had lived...
chapter 2: Motive for madness
I was a wolf. A fully grown wolf. The reflection that stared deep into my soul scorched my eyes and drew forth a single shining tear. I would have never recognised my self if it hadn't been for that one small thing. My eyes. My eyes hadn't changed a...
Fondest Farewell
**Fond Farewell** _By ThirtyOne_ _I close my eyes, and I can see, The day we met, just one moment and I knew, You're my best friend, do anything for you._ It was a quiet car journey to the station, the awkward silences filling...
The Tides That Bind Us
THE TIDES THAT BIND US Pokemon Fiction Short By: Scy Storm ssbs.furrynet.com **AUTHOR'S NOTES:**... Blah. ^^; My friend and I (omg hi2u Lati) were just talking about Pokemon soap operas and typing out how the text would go in some of...
Hurt
Don't bleed, hold the bleeding my love, The tears tear through these seams, God's Black Hand has no blood, And now I awake from this dream, My love, your body so cold, Quiet and silent, so blue, My hand empty, nothing to hold, My soul, to...
A Beast's Sorrow
Nakoma approached the large mirror, her sweeping tail stilling as she stopped in front of it. It was so strange seeing her own reflection in something that was not water - how did this modern world do it? She lifted a thin hand and tapped the glass...
Bottled
Nbsp; the anger that should be outgrown, but is never released the storm that passes, but always returns the fire that consumes, but never starves like blistering frostbite, that never can be warmed bottled rage, angst
Nothing
You are in a deep angst that is seemingly impossible to free yourself from. the depression like a never ending decay causes pain and looms above every place you venture, following you like a shadow.
Reflection of the Cat
So, still with precautious angst, the house-cat tip-toed gingerly forward, snaring the waterlogged little mouse on a ravenous claw and dragged it to land.