Suicide

I'm sitting in the library at my school, googling "How to kill yourself" because my stomach is in knots.  My tail's drooped, my ears are low and the worst part is no one knows.  For the first time in my life I curse my ability to lie exceedingly well...

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On the Steps

He sits on the step, staring at nothing His gaze is low and unfocused, head slightly tilted Numb from stillness, his body is gone Winds of thought whisper through him They steal away, and leave him hollow In the absence make themselves...

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Into the Depths Part 3

Older writing from the past. this is the third part of a story that i wrote to someone i was dating at the time to let her know how i was through writing. posted using postybirb into the depths part 3 initiating battle engine...

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She Woke Up In The Woods

She Woke Up In The Woods She woke up in the woods. There were trees all around her. They grew closer together than in the parts of the woods she knew. Darkness enveloped her like a fog, but at least that part was normal -- she came to the woods...

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Writing Commissions, Types, and Pricing

I'm open for writing commissions. anyone who is interested, just send me a message! :) writing commissions, types and pricing * * * hello everyone! the writer j.c.

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First Hunt (Hueroc/Ellora)

Taran and his badgerloria and the poor unsuspecting hareneth vs. frog it somehow took me two and a half years to write this >< poor neglected hatchlings!

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Writing Tips vol. 4

As always, have fun in your writings!

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The beginning to a story I never gave a name to.

#1 of random writings i never gave this story a name, well never a good one. it was called "magic" once but that was as far as i got. it was written for an old mate, who i dare not care much about anymore, but the story was pretty alright .

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The New Year: Updates

In the meantime, i am working on a shorter ve series, a novella if you will, that has a much smaller-stakes story that i will be releasing a chapter of each month to fit in with my previous model of writing.

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It had been a night of my own

**It had been a night of my own** , a night nonetheless, but a night of my own creation. A night to which I have come to remember so well. For into the thoughts of my mind I have recessed the images of that night. I found myself meeting the darkness...

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A Short Essay on the Furry Culture

What does it mean to be in the furry culture? Why are people in it? What is the gain, the reasons for it? Why do people become furries? This is a question that many people have, including fellow furs themselves. Many people simply believe that...

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