MLP: Believing in the Impossible - Chapter Ten
Hovering in front of the weak lavender alicorn, the blackbird resolutely stated, "this bird tells no fibs, pony. caw! this bird tells no lies.
The Trapped Bird
This is my song- the song of a trapped blackbird.
MLP: Believing in the Impossible - Chapter Seven
Unknown to her, just like how owlowiscious was experiencing it back in reality in the library, a most inviting force had taken a hold of twilight at the sight of the blackbird's third eye.
World of Warcraft: Return to Gilneas - pt10
Out of the rafters came a brown and blackbird which landed in front of xenrigocia. upon landing it was no bird but a wolvar just as naked as the dragon aspect. suel never really did like clothes. he felt it always ruffled his fur.
Cages of the Past
Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/arianmabe story © amethyst mare / arian mabe **cages of the past** _written by arian mabe (amethyst mare)_ _ _ _ _ _frankie's monologue: the caged blackbird.
The Curious Foxes, Chapter 7: A Burglary in Chicago
The blackbird agreed as well. beck called from the kitchen once more, “so, like, i’m not going to go to jail for having you guys over, right?” “it’s fine!” i called back, “don’t worry about it!”
bird mild-torture gameshow.
On cue the contestant enters - an anthropomorphic bird of black feathers, yellow beak and small stature identifyable to those more familiar with birds as a common blackbird male.
The Starling Master
But though he hears them when they call and shepherds where they fly, he hears the blackbird voices that he shepherds through the sky, they never hear a word from him until the day they die.
27: Investigation
Applejack mumbled, feebly trying to swat away the annoying blackbird that was somewhere nearby. she tried opening her eyes to see where exactly the crow was, but she quickly shut her eyes again as the morning sunlight blinded her and hurt her.
Stranger Part 7
Matt was anxious. He had been waiting for this day for a long while now, his first date with Randall. He thought he had everything ready, wearing his distressed light blue jeans and a black shirt with a faded band symbol on the front. He was grinning...
Haunted
A follow on from cages of the past, a blackbird lady called frankie. it's just an experimental piece that i wrote and actually accidentally unearthed today (i forgot about it) when checking through patreon.
Blank Verse Essay on the Haunting of America
The lovelorn and pining rapping at the chamber door which, opened flung, reveals nobody there: just wind among the trees, just blackbirds on the lintel, just the anchors on our wrists.