vent writing
when all is lost and all hope is dead. raise you head and fake it trough the pain and sorrows. only a small light shines though this dirty old soul and the depths within drowning in all the tears of despair which never come out, with eyes so dry and...
A Year in Kinky Review (Personal-Patreon)
Tags: m/solo, h/solo, kinkiness, sexual decorations, christmas, holidays, patreon, vent writing, some sad thoughts, library, nudity, seduction, various species, friends,
Simplicit Complex
#5 of poetry and poems bit of vent writing i did when my family was planned on moving out of state and we were all going.
What love is there left?
Anyway this story has nothing to do with any series i guess oyu can call it vent writing.
WITD Part 6: Exploded
This was actually kinda vent writing also. x.x tao, takiro ryn, and kane: © me~ questions and comments are highly appreciated. ^^ through the next few days, things have been strange for the little fox.
Self-Failure
Call this vent writing if you will, but this was the best way i could express it, especially in my current restless state. thanks for reading, and just know that if you ever feel like you're alone, don't take who you have for granted.
Striving forwards- Varuo (title change)
Yes i will write more, and yes he comes out of this alive. this is sort of some venting writing... and also, in the beginning of the next story i will put in a list of songs that sort of inspired this series, ones that you might not like, but
Skin
Just some vent writing i've been meaning to post here. constructive criticism is greatly appreciated i let out a sigh as i descended the worn-down staircase, phone in hand, wondering what i should listen to. between the buried and me? nah, not now.
Mange Mane: A Day in the Life
You could even call this vent writing... vent typing?... personal rage letter? whatever, i used this as a literary punching bag to exorcise some simmering hatreds and do something productive with them.
The Spring is Done
#1 of the spring is done another piece of vent-writing i suppose to try to cheer myself up... warmth. wet warmth. a content sigh escaped the jet-black stallion hybrid as he slumped further into the hot spring in his backyard, eyes closed.
Growing Affections
Been struggling with depression. this is more vent writing than it is a serious attempt. dawn filtered through the window cool and golden, a gentle breeze sweeping through.