The After Party {Commission}
He moaned in ecstasy at her bittersweet taste. he could not get enough of the intoxicating, sweet, minty aroma coming from just above her folds. he could care less about anything else.
green flame
The memories, so bittersweet, i'll never let them go. they burn and hurt, and make me weak, and yet i crave them more.
A Christmas Special
I think the nice part of sleeping is the fact that I can tune out life for hours, if I'm lucky. There's no one that relies on me, and I can cast a small bubble around myself. But dreams, like most other things in life, have to end. This time...
Starvation Diet (Pt. 2)
- - -Continued- - - \* \* \* Lena sat against a corner of her plastic prison, eyes shut with the salt of dried tears. She didn't know how long it had been since she was dumped in there, as her watch came to mind only recently; both it and the...
Starvation Diet (Pt.1)
- - - "Well, shit..." Lena slammed the hood of her truck and hopped in for the dozenth failed attempt at the ignition. With a huff, she sat back and closed her eyes. The breeze and fading afternoon light urged her to give in to slumber, but were...
Dragon's Heart Prologue
Separation Twenty-four year old Laura Toradan gazed at the sunset as she stood on the patio of her Fortree home. She had sent her seven year old son, Comet, to bed earlier, so she was the only person awake at the moment. A shadow briefly crossed the...
Forever & Always
**Here's just a short story I typed up to get away from my other series. It isn't as long as i would have liked it, but it works. This is just meant to be a stand alone story,** **there probably won't be anymore. Anyways, i hope you enjoy. I was...
Good Enough
So, this is my first story. Hope you guys like it. By the way, the artwork isn't mine. I commissioned Spelunker Sal to do it because my artwork sucks! I hope you enjoy the story and if anybody's got any ideas/comments, etc., feel free to let me know....
Their Retribution
Littlefoot reluctantly did as was told and keeped inhaling the bittersweet odor, that was still making his nostrils burn and his stomach swing, but he was no longer choking.
Without Love..
_ _the truth is harsh and bittersweet..
Sinful
Even from afar, my phantom of eons seen, haunts my every being i want to touch your words they sing me to a sleep a sinful thoughts do creep tasting sweet exstasy single breathless touch moment of truth you are here, scar across my heart bittersweet
The Abyss - medium poem
That bittersweet moment i drift from my body. painless, free, hopeful. but for now i wait. i must wade through the waters of the day. one day, one dream, i will be freed from the darkness. the darkness. that surrounds me with its misery.