"its not the same he's not old," i retort. "old?," cupid asks offended. "not old just, not young," i say as nice as possible. to be continued...
Gay, discussion, old
The young man started to get down on his knees then in a swift motion he kicked the knife out of the old man's hand and landed a swift kick to the old man's chest sending him backwards.
journey, old man
It does make me feel old though. henry was enjoying his new job. mr. brooks was glad to have the help. he's getting too old to be doing that kind of work alone anymore. mr. brooks said that he was surprised this morning.
Old West, saloon
#1 of poems
just an old poem i wrote a few years ago, that i thought i'd upload here.
"can't live, can't die, can't even be allowed a moment to cry.
no pain, no gain, even if my tears continue to flow like icy rain.
why do i even bother?
Poems, old work
"old inside joke," i say, waving it off. renaldo smiles a little.
"mind if i spend the night in your dorm?" he asks.
Old chapter, Removed edits
--This was a poem I wrote quite some time ago. I was in a rather iffy mood when I wrote this - took about 15 minutes--
Some hate loneliness
Some crave it.
Some desire it.
Some require it.
Some are never alone
Sometimes, they keep sides of...
Poem, loneliness, old, scizophrenia
#1 of poetry/prose
an old piece of poetry that has been floating in my head again.
**whispers... soft and unnoticable.
can you hear the stories it tells?
of ethereal places of legends hidden from the world.
Poetry, old stuff, prose
"how old are you?" damian shrugged. "i am 23." mr. beckard smiled softly. "i have cancer. and the doctors have told me that i might have six months to live. the only other person who knows is my wife." he stopped. "yes, i am gay and i had wife.
23 year old, 47 year old, Death, Gay, Husky, Love, New Job, law firm
Cool
Damp
A drape of gray
The setting sun
Painting the heavens
Beauty refined
A path
Weathered
Familiar
A figure
Wandering
As if to forget
Brown eyes
Glistening
Woeful
Trotting along the path
Worn as he
The lament of his love...
Depressing, Love, Sad, old, remembering
The prompts for this story were
name: aj
species: dingo
descriptor: cowboy
setting: old west
other: wears a cowboy hat, he's neutral/goodish, and he's kind of stubborn.
aj, the dingo cowboy in the old west
by finn panther
a whiskey on the rocks.
Cowboy, Dingo, Male, Old West
With a ragged old howl, she flung her head back, wailing as a seemingly endless sea of sexual old lady juice poured forth, quickly ripping the old lady apart as it started to cover the whole floor of the fast food building.
Humor, Old Ladies, Story Series