Fear's a State of Mind, or is it Body?
Repost from my furaffinity account: Fear's a State of Mind, Or is it Body? The trees whisked by in the limo's windows as Alan was driven to his destination. The estate that the hospital sat on was enormous. Much bigger than even his employers...
Solid Oak Doors
A TF based story that I did for Fakeman 's #TF1000 contest. I think it turned out pretty well. This is a repost from my furaffinity account. Solid Oak Frames Jimmy awoke with a sudden start. His head was reeling from the blow he suffered...
A Gentle Rustling of Leaves
A wind, gentle and chilling, swept through the discarded leaves on the forest floor. Autumn was here once again in the realms of mortal men. But there are realms beyond that of those that can be perceived with the naked eye. Truly here, is where our...
Brunhilda
Brunhilda Ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-kachunk-kachunk Sherman couldn't believe that Clive had talked him into this. While other kids were out trick-or-treating or going to Halloween parties, they were stowing away on an old timey passenger train. He...
Thinking of You-A short freeform poem
Thinking of You A pair of foxes sit on the bed, both too shy to look each other in the eye. Wasn't this uncharacteristic? Foxes being known for their renown in this area. And yet the silence hung heavy around them. One goes to speak but...
A Yearning for the Burning Sun
A Yearning for the Burning Sun By: Nenekiri Bookwyrm It's an exquisite day outside and you're stuck in your office staring at the same two screens you look at every day. The weather normally doesn't bother you this much, but it felt particularly...
Unpredictability
Unpredictability By Nenekiri Bookwyrm Kinse the kobold strained under the weight of her pack as she climbed up the steep mountainside. Exhausting as this part of her job was, she was always excited to meet a new client. Though her inexperience...
Blue Skies Wizard
The land of Ransol has always been known for its pleasant sunny weather. People come from all over the land to enjoy the sun and socialize. Not to mention how well the flowers grew in the warmth of its comforting rays. Even the townspeople of Ransol...
How Often Do You Ask?
How Often Do You Ask? Ashes to ashes Dust to dust Fuel for the fire And bones meant to rust And from that ash Am I reborn? Clad in scales And a great deal of scorn? Ashes to ashes Dust to dust Fuel for the fire And bones meant to...
The Snow Remembers
The Snow Remembers The village of Bazrio was a small encampment on the outskirts of the mountains of Tam'ra. The land used to be lush and green but ever since the old inhabitants moved away it became a land of ice and snow. Some villagers believe...
Forest
Forest I love the forest, but the forest does not love me. I protect her, but she bites back at me at every turn. She does not want me here. She knows my kind. She must protect what is left of her. I know this, so the nettles sting less. But...
Disconection
I tend to feel like myself, most Times I wake up and I can't tell That anything is different. Truth Be told there isn't a difference at all. I want to think that He is other than me But, deep down I know we are tied Together. I pull away and...