Lizzie
I left it open for the reader to decide: was she just mad? did lizzie survive? did help ever arrive? this is my first attempt at a journal-styled piece. i will be revising it often, i bet, because i loved this idea.
Murderer #8
The words startled the mad khajiit and she focussed on the source. an argonian stood behind the theif. she looked vaguely familiar. "katia managan," it said. "you can't have her!" the mad khajiit cried, grabbing a pillow and squeezing it to herself.
A Mad Party
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Orinxados stretched his arms up before dropping them behind his head. His tail swayed across the ground, dragging it. The sounds of stomachs growling were heard. Orin couldn't help...
Inner Madness
Einar waited in a bush just to the side of the silver mine. Morning had come and the workers had made their way to the entrance, but he pushed them away. A few sacrifices were necessary to speed the evacuation. Now it was just a matter of time before a...
The Border of Madness
It, consequentially enough, was a day much like any other for the young French maid attired feline. A day full of the simple pleasures of life (and those not so simple) that she would ordinarily encounter during the mediocre followings of her...
Mad Mall
. \*\*\* mad-mall note of the author: i am uros osium tokker and this is a story copyrighted by me as the characters are also... for now... read below and you will understand.
Descent into Madness
A/N: In the following story, there are incestuous acts between two brothers, and sixty-nining. If that is not your cup of tea, turn back. If it is, have fun~ Characters (c) me "Norther Lights" lyrics and song (c) 403 * * * Staring...
A Foray Into Madness
He kept slowly torturing her, possibly working to make a statement that would make a girl who didn't love madness as much as she did slap him across the face a few times, but, those girls obviously didn't love madness as much as she did.
Of Moonlight and Madness
There was a pressing need to make some telephone calls, and since they were highly important, they made them in private. Edward made one that he found to be quite difficult, while Maggie had the time of her life talking to her...
Mad or Mundane
mad or mundane by assilsasta °º¤ø,¸¸,ø¤º°`°º¤ø,¸¸,ø¤º°`°º¤ø,¸¸,ø¤º°`°º¤ø,¸¸,ø¤º° °º¤ø,¸¸,ø¤º°`°º¤ø,¸¸,ø¤º°`°º¤ø,¸¸,ø¤º°`°º¤ø,¸¸,ø¤º° christmas 2011 malcum sat in the dark, nearly crowded hospital room as the sound of the steady beep and alternating hiss
Mad Ramblings
It's the middle of the day yet outside it is dark but somehow I can hear the bay of the morning lark There is no one here but me except for everyone else here although I did never once see, their countless voices I still hear Outside...
Mad Scientist
The dear mister Ulrik Feudel has become from a outcast-kid into a former scientist. He wasn't the only goat-anthro in school, but his interests in chess put him deep down in the ranks of popularity. The worst thing he still remembers are the mocking...