Sunrise
I lay w'in the darkness, trying in vain to sleep as tiredness makes me weep, and aches upon me press. Early to work, late to rise, toiling away noon to night, all thoughts by morning, crosswise. Perhaps this time I'll stay awake and bask...
Recontextualize 24 - Livestream: Bidding on Suffering
He bid on a freeform option where judy got to do whatever she wanted for the stream. he didn't want to hear judy cry anymore. it would be easier if he knew what was wrong yet she wasn't talking. once that went through, judy stopped crying.
Diagnosis Code: Z7253
Diagnosis Code: Z7253 I find it incredibly funny That the first time my sexuality Truly made sense to me Was grinding myself with reckless abandon Into a murrsuiter whilst surrounded by A hundred or so strangers all finding Their own...
October the Beautiful
October the Beautiful The green is staying longer The leaves refuse to turn The bite of chilly mornings Hardly but a nibble The lanternflies like locusts Descend upon the deck I've smashed at least a hundred Wrung out their rosy...
Omnipocalypse: Reign of Rats: Yeen Queen, Patron Interlude
Mark the freeform essence as an implanted essence, mark the source as from a player. players can craft that stuff, eventually.
Freeform bodies— Part 1
It started with warmth. At first, there was nothing. No form. No thoughts. Just a vague, floating, sort of mind cradled in darkness. A soul perhaps. It didn't matter what or if it experienced anything before now. It would become something else...
Lucked Out - Thursday Prompt Story [#6, 09/2/23]
"we're fusing together the freeform melodies that you know about jazz, and the high energy, dreamy beats of drum and bass..." "...and presenting it to you, live!"
Day 20 Roleplay
Then we can do some freeform roleplay, see how well we riff off each other in improv. you know, practise for the party. "uh-huh." cobra shrugged it off.
The Interview
As he was no smartphone fiend, ordinarily he would have wiled away the seconds, minutes, perhaps even hours with his trusty notepad and pencil duo, sketching his surroundings or scribbling his thoughts in the form of freeform poetry: alas, the rush he had
Thinking of You-A short freeform poem
Thinking of You A pair of foxes sit on the bed, both too shy to look each other in the eye. Wasn't this uncharacteristic? Foxes being known for their renown in this area. And yet the silence hung heavy around them. One goes to speak but...
The Fox And The Crow
It's also one of the less expensive works i offer, since it's more freeform." kit had to admit, he was curious about it. how would keenan capture the essence of him?
Ilorek's Loneliness 1 of 7
This entire story was made up on the spot with no edits and no planning. this is freeform writing, i hope there are no significant issues or errors with grammar and spelling. chapter 1 of 7 life was great for ilorek h. griff.