my thoughts for the day
thoughts flying through my head of where im going, what to do, who to love. will it last? who knows? is she in love with me or is she just toying with me? her friends tell me not to hurt her. i would never do that. they say dont hurt her, what about...
Who Am I?
"who am i?"
Who am I?
who am i but a teenager always alone listening to rock and glued to my phone? who am i but an adult painted in grey just earning enough to live by the day? who am i but an old man senile and drunk face flushed red and eyelids glued stuck?
Who Am I?
Love, or lust; want, or need; think, or know; everything has a reflection or a different way to look at it. Yet, only he who can see the world around him crumble beneath his feet find the answers of his journey. One may think it is easy to determine...
Who am I?
who am i? by raven fox: a male black anthro wolf wakes up under a house with no memory. he finds out that his name is paul from a tag he's wearing and a good fighter. paul be-friends a fennec vixen who's five years younger than him.
Who Am I?
\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_ male/male lupine/vulpine \_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_ who am i?
Who am i. poem
Just who am i.
Who are you, who am I?
**_who are you, who am i?_** it started so small that no one noticed. news reports from foreign countries worthy of tabloid headlines. first one anybody took serious was the russian police poodle that grew three times his normal size in only a week.
Chapter 1: Who am I?
Wait...who am i?" "shit..." "what? no, i feel like shit, but i don't think i am heh..." "well at least you've retained your humor, can't you remember anything?"
Who Am I? Part 07
As the group made their way to the council chambers they remained silent. Though they couldn't help taking in the splendor of the lavish halls that led to the chambers main entrance. At the end of the marble tile hall that they had been...
Who Am I? Part 06
Dirk groaned as he slowly regained consciousness. Obviously it had all been a bad dream. There was no way the images that kept swimming through his sleep-blurred mind could be true. People who could change their shape, agents from a...
Who Am I? Part 06
Dirk groaned as he slowly regained consciousness. Obviously it had all been a bad dream. There was no way the images that kept swimming through his sleep-blurred mind could be true. People who could change their shape, agents from a...