A Marten of a Thousand Secrets
A MARTEN OF A THOUSAND SECRETS BY Carl Blessing/Murphy Slaugh I can see you have something you need to say Something heavy on your mind. You have to get it out, but you don't want to shout And no one you can find. I'm here for you, and I know...
black night
It was beautiful. The northern lights like fire in the sky, the snow being whipped through the trees by the wind, the breathing of her wolf next to her, his heat radiating out from him keeping her warmer then any coat could, the sudden calm as...
Blessed Are The Meek
The girl was quietly pushed out of the conscious memory of those who rejoiced at their liberation. but she never completely disappeared. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ the year is 2179.
Quiet
I never told her a single thing about that day, and whenever she asked about it, i would go quiet. physically, as i said, i was healing. my thoughts, however, were a storm of fire and sickness.
Quiet
The goat playfully skipped along his meadow. The winter was longer than he wanted, and the barn where the rest of the livestock lived was drafty, and occasionally the overworked heater decided to take the day off. Ever since social distinction had...
Quiet
quiet. he exhaled, and tapped the ashes into the tray, his mind still mostly occupied with the cherry, but still empty.
Quiet as a Mouse
Diana groaned as she rested her head on her desk. She sighed and stood up, yawning as her petite body grew tired more and more. She shuffled down the hall, her pink nurse's scrubs seeming uncomfortable. She quickly headed into the nearest bunk room....
The Quiet Type
Poor tapirs are just quiet and unassuming. she fit the bill perfectly. she had been hand raised at another zoo and sent here while she was still young and showed absolutely no fear of people.
The Quiet One
Nbsp; **the quiet
Quiet Torment
It was as if years of quiet torment had been finally released. "you're right, by the way." he said to michelle when he was able to calm down a bit. "sam...h-he attacked me b-because i didn't buy you." "mr. cunningham."
A Quiet Trip
Neither was the kitchen, but while mary's mom celebrated her liberation (and mary's father his from her cooking) and busied themselves with rebuilding, mary wept quietly.
the quiet of the night
The quiet of the night by pet yee the night was quiet with not a single soul stirring from a restful sleep. though within the silence a lone creature with hollow eyes that stared at an unmoving screen watched.