MusicI walked through the busy streets, fighting my way through the crowds to get home. The buzzing and bustling was loud, like hornets zoning in onto me and making angry sounds. I didn't bring my headphones that day; an extremely regrettable action of forgetfulness. i just couldn't wait to get home.More Like This
The elevator made its quiet hum. Strangely enough I could not place a note on it. White noise washed over me and I stared blankly at the automated numbers change as I pass each storey. Light from each floor shone pass the glass panes and into my eyes; yet I did not blink. My mind was already on the peace and tranquility I could embrace in the haven of my room. I rushed like a child to her parents upon reaching home into my room.
It was quiet; it was serene. Stuffy, yes. But my haven. Where I spent time crying, praying, reading, sleeping, playing and listening to music. I had a taste of its golden silk-like sweetness when I was young, got to touch the onyx black and ivory white of a piano as I w
My humanHi! I'm Dots, or that's what my little human calls me. The bigger taller ones call my Dasch. I'm a daschund and I wanna just tell a story (since I'm bored lying down at night and cannot sleep) of the little human called Tenna.More Like This
Tenna's a tiny thing compared to her parents when I was just a pup. She knew how to waddle but fell everytime, so she liked to crawl on all fours, like me! Except that I can't walk on my hind legs, and aren't trained for it. She and I fell in love with each other when we knew how to connect in a level of traveling around the big house on all fours. Of course, as time went by she learned how to walk on her hind legs and all I did was to get longer. She loves me, I tell you. Calls me her 'sausage'. Though I love to eat them I know I'm not one be cause I'm black and furry all over, not pink and smooth and yummy. And I've a tail and a head and... you get my drift.
So Tenna has always been a happy kid until she started going out of the house to a place to learn stuff.
YouI want to write a poem about youMore Like This
Yet nothing comes to mind
My eyes rove over your messages
On a bright screen in the dark
My heart is confused
So is my mind
Of the addicting push and pull
Of the entirety of you
In the drawer I keep
Letters and written messages
Secret photos and the
CDs you burned for me
All around the room
Dead and gone they are
Flowers you gave that died and dried
After the many days of surprise
On my left, as I lay in bed
The Christmas card you gave
One dear to me; dearer than the gift
A gift itself to my heart and soul
On my right caress the other half
of the plushies we bought together
I'm wondering if you were dreaming
A miracle dream of us
I'm shaking when I realize
How obsessed I am with you
The you I now know not of
The one I am confused
I realize too that I'm surrounded
By everything of you
Down the rabbit hole I go
Like a leaf without its anchor, without you down I go.
HuntYellow eyes shifted in the dark, illuminating black with dim light. His breath came out in a snort; he was still tired but something woke him up. He got up on all fours; stretching fatigued muscles and sinew. Shortly came groaning; he still felt sore from the previous night of hunting. Warmth emanated from him as smoke came through his nostrils. He saw nothing that might have woken him up. Swiveling his head from side to side and then to his back, he chanced across a wound. From hunting? He must be getting old. Or just tired; his mind told him.More Like This
His brain took a while to register the new little change before it came squeaking and hurtling towards him. Oh yes. Little long thing of a son. With brilliant maroon scales glowing from the the fire within, like his daddy. And eyes; not to mention the glowing yellow amber eyes. Junior nipped at one of his larger scales; begging to play. He frowned; he should still be trying to fly right yet he was in the air. And he was proven correct as Junior
A day.Wind ripped muscles across her face as she ran, waves of skin and fur accompanying the initial ripple from her face. Paws hit the ground silently; she must not be heard. Play fighting memories flashed past her mind; refreshing her of training games before a change in prey direction immediately sent her reeling towards the east. She slowed to a prowl; eyes focused on the little antlers as they peered from the long dry grass; moving with her as she slowly sneaked to where the wind blew to her favor.More Like This
It was grazing Good; full prey meant slow prey. She inched closer to it; pausing only temporarily when its ears pricked at the slightest sound or when its tail swished the flies away. Her muscles tensed with anticipation of a good meal; her hunger slightly abated while adrenaline of catching the prize coursed through her veins. She was close enough; any time now.
As the deer bent its neck down for another bite of bland grass she leapt. Into the air and down again; it did not have even a
FreedomPetals blew in the wind, freely frolicking and dancing. She grumbled to herself about the lack of freedom and tossed in the long blades of grass. No one could find her here. It was probably the freest she could be, though temporary. She turned again, and stilled for a moment as she willed herself to be less anxious of the world moving past.More Like This
The wind was in her ears; but she could still hear the rippling and gurgling of the stream below. She closed her eyes and listened closer. They were singing a song to her; the nymphs in it were happy. That made her happy too. Her heart soared at the orchestration of nature. Chirping from birds caused her to open her eyes again, temporarily blinded by the rays of the sun. Orioles flew around; so golden they seemed like they had came directly from the sun itself.
Her restlessness forced herself up; and she took a tentative step towards the slope. Slowly, step by step, she approached the river. Reeds waved welcome to her; and a headache pressed in her
RebirthManiacal laughter filled the room as he watched her stare at her hands in horror. She was kneeling in a pool of blood - not her own. He made her do it, he had to have done it, forced her somehow to totally dissect that innocent young intern. But she didn't know how he did it. Triumph was evident on his face as he slowly stepped towards her, grinning widely with obvious glee.More Like This
"How does it feel, sweet?" He asked, voice barely controlled from bursting into another bout of laughter. "You monster," she spat, "I don't know how you did this, how you made me kill him, but you're a monster, you're sick, twisted, vile, damned-"
"Perhaps, just insane? I am, after all, in an asylum," He grinned wider. He glanced down at an invisible watch on his wrist and whistled. "I think it's about time where my fellow inmates have possibly... incapacitated or even eaten other guards and interns who would be a problem to us.. Now, would you come with me? You seem pretty happy and in your own doozy world while h
Nature's callThe rain seemed unstoppable. Hard pattering on the glass panes would make it difficult for anyone to sleep. Without checking, it was almost guaranteed to flood up to the ankles at the first floor. The cold from the storm crept into the rooms, through the pores of the walls and through the glass of the panes. Each of the household huddled in their woolen blankets and quilts and Gahme, their husky, curled up in her nest of blankets and cushions, sleepily watchful at the glass as lighting sporadically flashed past accompanying its thunderous sister Loud Sound.More Like This
Sonya couldn't sleep. The storm excited her too much. Yet being the frail little skinny thing that she was, she was frozen to the bone. Purple highlighted itself on the base of her fingernails, and her brain hammered her for need of really hot soup. She was glad everyone else was asleep amidst the thunderstorm. She was alive in the night, especially a night like this one, and zero human activity was as orgasmic as feeling the vibrat
The Lost Souls (part one?)Her breathing was hard and fast, and it seemed to accelerate despite people telling her to do otherwise. Intense pain seared through her body, rendering her so faint and weak she could not even scream. She felt as though she was being ripped apart into halves by wolves.More Like This
And there, in all the commotion, the voice in her head told her it was all worth it.
And there, in all the hustle and bustle, he was with her. Holding her hands. Looking at her worriedly and fearfully. Never has he seen her in such great pain.
But at that point of time, she hated him to the very core. Furious at him for putting her through this pain. If she had an ounce of strength, she would have clawed his concerned eyes out of their sockets.
Logically, she knew it would be worth the pain. And she was waiting to get to that stage of feeling than knowing it.
With a greater, more excruciating pain than she thought she would feel, he came out. Several gasps filled the room. She wondered if she gave birth to a monster. Or