Dirt Garden (poetry)
If i indwelt some luring scrap of land far from here, secluded, my own to call, i would welcome these same weeds, one and all, to plant their roots in my warm, earthen roof, just they and i, with no hint of reproof, and thank the thorns for making
Freeing The Beast: Bloody Fangs
scrapping them up some, my pants didn't help stop my knees from getting scrapped but made it worse. i got up and tried to dust myself off, but stopped from my hurt hands.
Ayame's Chronicles- Team Efforts
"mostly, and also for the fact that i wasn't in the mood for scrapping, and for the fact that i think the head counselor was giving me some weird vibes," he added with a slight shiver.
Breeding
He rolled over onto his stomach, pressing his chest down to the ground so that his nipples scrapped against the grimy floor; the collar tag clanking again.
Consequences
Jason didn't like the wolf cheating in their little scrap, and used his larger size to space himself from the wolf and avoid letting that butter knife get any good pokes in.
Project Zolaris: Ch. 1
Edward bension #318997 project zolaris has been scrapped. his trial run against over seven thousand super naturals was a complete success. not a single survivor.
A Child's Folly
Tired, whee, might throw this in scraps too or something. also yes, i did this once, and yes, this was more or less the reaction.
Blood on Ice - Chapter One
I reached for the small scraps but just as i grabbed it another paw reached for it. instinctively i yanked the scraps to my chest and held it tight in my arms, my eyes looking at the other who had reached for it.
Keeping Track of Story Universes
Like 4 people are going to read this) imperial splendor (science fiction, all "supernatural" stuff is hallucinations, i.e. the horseman is how anon copes with seeing so much death and suffering) \>horseman raven and sentinel \>bun story idea \>scraps
Beasts of War
Between all light and with the twilight comes a peace that calms and soothes these bitter beasts and as they bask in lukewarm light a short lived end to bloody spite and so the war begins again a bloody fight to bitter end except in this scrap
just underneath
Two little mice that had been living off of the scraps you hadn't cleaned up off of the floor were now easily twice your height, but they acted like you were one of their own. your laziness has finally paid off in the form of new friends!
Maybe Stop Telling This Man What He Wants
My wants are only one: take every scrap of doggerel. force them to eat each one.