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Return of the Wicked - Part 2Victor's paws were heavy with exhaustion. The two foxes had traveled well into the night.Return of the Wicked - Part 22 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Let's rest a moment," the silver fox panted, plopping down at the base of a giant pine. His scarlet companion glared back at him- it was obvious she wasn't as keen on pausing to rest.
"If you must, Victor." She grumbled. "But we're almost there. I'd rather not stop now."
Victor rooted around under his red neckerchief until he found his quazzilare. He lit it with a swift movement of his paw and inhaled the smoke deeply. His pipe bounced between his teeth as he spoke. "My dear, would you be so kind as to inform me exactly who we are looking for? We've
No Rest for the Wicked, Part 2The pair hurried through the forest, moving swiftly but silently, whipping through frosted underbrush and leaping from log to snow-dusted log. They were little more than shadows in the dark as Roe led the silver fox deeper and deeper into her domain. She circled around several times and doubled back on herself; ensuring no-one would be able to track them. Eventually she came upon a partly frozen river, and after crossing it twice in both directions she decided to identify a safe place to spend the night. A hollow tree trunk presented itself ahead, its cavernous opening curtained by thick strands of ivy. Roe pushed her nose through, shruggingNo Rest for the Wicked, Part 22 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Return of the Wicked - Part 1Victor's whiskers quivered. He was getting nearer, he was sure of it. The woods in these parts were thick, and the sunlight filtered through the green canopy above, casting dappled shadows on the forest floor. A songbird flitted across the fox's path, whistling gleefully.Return of the Wicked - Part 12 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The silver fox scowled at the bird.
Uhg. What could possibly be so joyous in this Podunk neck of the woods?
He paused to gnaw at the bits of grass stuck between his ivory claws. The songbird landed daintily beside him. The fox snarled, revealing a mouthful of perfectly white teeth. The bird persisted and began pecking at his tail, undeterred.
"I lov
No Rest for the Wicked, Part 3The wolf grinned fiendishly as he beheld the gold. "Well well, I'd like to thank y'all for savin' us the trouble and leadin' us straight to ya. I really ain't in the mood for diggin' today."No Rest for the Wicked, Part 32 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
His subordinates laughed. He growled and lowered himself to Victor, pushing him back into the snow. "Ain't no glasses around here, Mr. Fox. What's say we conclude our unfinished business from earlier, now that you ain't so busy?"
The wolf on the right stopped chuckling, his face turned serious. "Alopex wants 'em alive, Avner. Keep your cool."
Avner shot his companion a frosty glance, but eventually simmered down, pulling back and allowing the silver fo
No Rest for the Wicked, Part 1Deep in the Pacific Northwest, winter, 1873.No Rest for the Wicked, Part 12 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The man lay dead under the sprawling redwood canopies of the high Rockies, half buried in snow. There was a bullet wound in his chest, and the frozen blood which stained his rugged clothes had turned almost black with age. His gun lay a few feet away, and his pale hand reached fruitlessly for it. He had been killed many days ago, yet his eyes still stared wistfully at the crystal blue sky, as if desperately wishing to ascend to some higher plain of existence. But still he was tethered to the mortal, lying undisturbed by the trailside and slowly consigned to burial by the hands of winters chill.
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ReleaseRelease2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Do you see
a monster
when you look in my eyes?
Do you see a devil
in disguise?
Is there not a heart
beating in my chest?
Will your fear ever
be lain to rest?
Are there any
among us
you can trust?
Or will fear
forever
make us a disgust.
Will you hold me
to every wrong
or will you someday
see the right?
I am not a dog
who loves to fight -
I am a dog
who is no different,
I want love and compassion,
to provide you full
dedication.
I envy those breeds
for which every man loves
without restriction.
I am left in shelters,
a happy dog, still,
and I am forgotten
your hate leaving me ill
in the minds of others
who loo
Why Me? I was your baby...I wiggled and squirmed and smiled for you..you laughed even when I messed up.. When I made a mess on the carpet, or chewed your shoes...But then that changed..Why Me?3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I am the pitbull who accidentally bit your little girl...
I am the beagle who made too much noise...
I am the Terrier with too much energy...
I am the rotweiller whose protectiveness was mistaken for aggression..
I am the Sheperd who simply got too big...
I'm sorry I'm not good enough...I'm sorry that something you see as a bad habit is just part of my nature...and I'm sorry you had to hurt me...
Now I sit hopelessly in a shelter...
Now I lie in an animal te
Tale of a Flower Girl Pt. 2Winter 1874Tale of a Flower Girl Pt. 22 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The vixens mourned the loss of their father for the next two months. Every morning Rose would climb the hill and talk to the stone, hoping that it would somehow verify that her decision as the right choice for her family. With their food cache and water supplies running low, she had decided. They were going to leave.
"Where will we go, Rose?" Lily asked her.
"East, we find the train track and follow it north."
"Huh?" Lily asked confused.
"We're goi
Sisters A white she-wolf with blue paws and hind legs sat alone on a hill on a sunny, warm, spring day. She sighed and walked down to the pond nearby. She stared at her reflection, and it stared back at her. He blue eyes sparkled from the sunlight reflecting on them. Her blue heart on her left cheek as well as three pink dots on each cheek and her pink and blue stripes on her ears and the blue inside them seemed to blend in with the rest of her white fur as the sun shined down on her. It was a beautiful day, but yet she did not smile. She just stared blankly at her reflection. A voice from behind her awoke her from her blank daydreaming gaze.Sisters4 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
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xB.urn it Down-7 months ago in Drama
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Running with Werewolves and moreRunning with Werewolves and more1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"So, Jina how did you join our group?"
A young blonde haired woman with eyes like emeralds said excitingly to a red head whose ice blue eyes could freeze anyone with one gaze. Yet, it didn't seem to affect this excited blonde next to her asking her questions that seemed to irritate her. The red head looked at the blonde then groaned.
"If you shut up for a minute Ostra you might get an answer." she spoke with a voice that sent shivers of fear down the blonde haired girls back.
Ostra looked at Jina smiling then sits down silently then asked again "How did you join our group?"
Jina sighed and leaned her head back against the car seat of
Letter HomeLetter Home2 years ago in Letters More Like This
Date: April 13,1918
Dear Mother;
Trench life is worse then the nightmares I use to cry about when I was younger. I came into this battle strong but now I am entering the black hole of depression. I'm scared. The landscape is only dark brown mud and puddles of black water which vary in depth. No lush green trees, open grass fields or any kind of vegetation we have at home. The black water rushes into the trenches when it rains and remains at my feet. So much that I am sure that I have developed trench foot and that both my legs will be amputated if I am to make it home. The dark brown mud sticks to everything in sight. I have become the col
Freedom in the SkyI feel as free as a birdFreedom in the Sky6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Soaring through my sky
Of freedom and laughter
Once more echoing in my brain.
I finally admitted it out loud to a close friend of mine-
I finally let him go.
I finally let the regrets and my worries fly out the window.
So thank you R~
For everything you've done,
But also-
DANG YOU R~!
I'm glad my thoughts of you are done!
So as I laugh and fly through the sky
Relishing my escape front the pain
I watch the past year in my memory
Slowly grow smaller and smaller
As I fly away.
My Golden AngelIn the dead of nightMy Golden Angel6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Everything was dark
I was clawing my way out of the thoughts
Of my strangled heart
When suddenly an angel
With golden wings
Whispered a word of encouragement
Into my ear
The world seemed a bit brighter
And I whispered thanks
As I slid down my wall
And a tear fell down my face
I thanked the heavens above
As I fell asleep that night
For my golden angel
That made my night bright
RomeoIt was a moment.Romeo6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
A small moment, perhaps, but still a moment.
The wind was whispering in her ear
About how nice the weather was
As the girl climbed up the bus steps
To await by the bus window
For a guy
Who made her smile every time he came
Glancing down the busy street
She saw his brown curly hair
Bounce up and down
In the gentle breeze
Grinning like an idiot
She called out his name
And it seemed like a movie
As he scurried across the street
Just to see her
She felt somewhat like Juliette
As she glanced down from her bus seat balcony
Down at her nerdy Romeo with a scarlet gameboy
They chatted and laughed
And smiled and grinned
When the boy held out a piece of paper
As she scrambled to grab a note she wrote for him
They exchanged papers
Both with an amused look on their faces
But the buses roared in fury
And the boy smiled and said a haste
Fairy TalesDim light reflects off a pair of glassesFairy Tales6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
As a pair of hands
Types away the worries of the world
Into another dimension
Where perfection exists
And fairy tales come true
This false hope
This sense
Will never come true
Perfection doesn't exist
It's fake
But some fairy tales do come
For a change
Like going to college
Or getting a car
Or earning your first paycheck
Or getting a scar
Our own fairy tales are enticing to seek
After all, how else would they come true
If at first we hadn't taken a peek
At all the possibilities that exist in the world today
As the pair of weary hands
Closes the laptop
For another day.
Silence is GoldenShe glanced at his creation at the table and gasped. A beautiful girl was staring back at her. "Who's this?" She questioned quietly. A slight blush flittered across Mile's face. "...ju-just this girl who is so beautiful inside and out. I haven't had the guts to tell her yet." ~preview of this storySilence is Golden7 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
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Actual story!
Ronnie blew a strand of blonde hair out of her face as she walked down the empty halls of the junior high school. No one was barely there today, minus a few teachers here and there. The only reason she was there was because of the massive library at the school, and she was a major bookworm.
Her footsteps seemed unbearably loud as she walked down the hallway. She eventually reached the library's door. Ronnie fingered the door handle for a few seconds, and then flung it open.
What she saw next she certaintly didn't expect.
A light brunnette hair boy was running his hand lightly through his hair. He was sitting at one of the library tables. He had
Fallen heaven. ch-7 Призраки.Fallen heaven. ch-71 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Soon the rain will wash away the sun
As I melt with you
I am ghost
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Соби проснулся от скрипа. Он открыл глаза и увидел, что дверь на 6 уровень отвоl
On The Inside His eyes show a devastating shade of darkness. The scars on his nose are signs of a streak of losing. They etch deep into his muzzle, around his flanks and neck. They almost make up a whole new set of markings on him, ones he was tattooed with rather than born with. And he lays silently, watching the people passing him up. He's lost everything, and he recalls this. He's ashamed of his marks, of his battle scars, of the fact that he had ever been in a ring.On The Inside1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
He's ashamed, because he never stood up. He never stood his ground. He didn't want to. And now, despite all that, he was looked away from. He mus
Thanksgiving at Whispering WindCharacters: Laera and Eye of the Storm [from TKE], Faeloria, Aderes, Jake, Brooke, Tacatitae, Espeo, Rae, Lily, Bria, Skyra, Tea, Anabell, Lilla, Zack, RoseThanksgiving at Whispering Wind1 year ago in Settings More Like This
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"So many people at dinner tonight," Laera mumbled to Storm as he rested his head in her lap with a small whine. The big, white Labrador didn't enjoy the fact that they were alone in the cold woods at night, but he wasn't going to try and stop his master from doing what she pleased.
"I know, I'm sorry. You can go back to the house if you'd like."
The dog snorted.
"Well, thanks for not making me sit here alone then." Laera sighed again and looked around her. Y
Dear ShelbyIt's youDear Shelby2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
who stood by me
while I grew up
It's you
who never backed down
when life was rough
It's you
who held me up
through all those years
Yes, it's you I fear,
who went away last year.
And it's you
who still lives on
in my heart
And it's you
who never wears
or falls apart
Because it's you
who I feel around me
still
At night
while I am lying there
Because it's you
who I feel around me
still
When I'm outside
and the air is fresh
and the memories of us
walking alongside
oh, they never dull
because it's you
who I will always remember
it's you who will always
be here
forever.
I Don't Blame YouI feel used sometimes,I Don't Blame You3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
But I don't blame you.
It's my spirit that is gracious,
And my fight weak, too.
It's my devotion running deep
In contorted little knots.
Do I continue to impress,
Or let this relationship rot?
I feel lonely sometimes,
But I don't blame you.
It's my heart too reliant,
And my mind frail, too.
It's my hope for the future
And for my dreams to come alive.
Do I let these desires drive me,
Or do I allow them to die?
I feel lost sometimes,
But I don't blame you.
It's my emotions in bloom,
And my thoughts positive, too.
It's my happiness when you're around
Bringing me assurance.
Do I continue to smile,
Or
TimeTime.Time3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It rushes by,
We walk right past –
Stare for a moment,
Maybe less.
We waste it on money,
Fortune and fame.
We walk right past love
Until it fades away.
Then we are greedy
As we were all along,
We ask for time back,
But it's long gone.
We beg and plead,
To have time back
To hold that love in our arms,
To make everything intact.
But time is not fair,
It treats us no favor.
It walks in and out of our lives,
Making no stops for believers.
Believers of hope and love
And second chances.
Time grants us none of those,
It merely flashes
Just a brief second,
We learn in the end
Time is not here for long,
Before it
Sta.sh
