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the horses

And all those four legged marching horses galloped but centaurs never made of them with rising speed they advance but as the fierce force raised I saw as the animalistic feet, hooves gradually took on the characteristics of man looking on I knew that which they had become horses of war in the flesh of my fellow human beings some fell before undergoing the change others thereafter a mix of bestial and humane cocktail of screams some of the human horses for naturally as they were human attempted to ride their former selves the dying did this profusely as the horses below them intermingled with their blood each turning into wood shelving steed and mounter complete with a slew of cabinets in the side that when surgical pulled out as shelves of such furniture are reveal the new , fresh army uniforms....

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One of Those Nights

One of Those Nights by p.b. wells Every groundball dropped. every pass slapped out of the air. every line that went limp mid-sentence. every note bent so bad the crowd winced. every cue blown like I was born to choke. They come back at 3 a.m.. the poems that should’ve been drowned at birth, the fights where I folded fast, the rejections that came form-letter efficient, all of it crawling out of the dark to kick me in the teeth. They don’t fade. they scratch, they bite, they piss on the rug and laugh while I choke on it all. The Admiral’s in my gut, sloshing gas, licking a match, whispering about the SR9 like it’s holy scripture. and hell, I almost buy it. one little squeeze and poof, the whole ugly circus goes quiet. I laugh, because it’s true. death sounds like bleach, like clean sheets, better than reruns of every fuck-up I ever made. But I don’t. I torch another joint instead, scorch my lungs, blow smoke at the ceiling like I’m charging

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Rejoice

Oh, my brittle winter's heart Thaw and sing a merry tune Let the faded summer last A minute longer, maybe two Oh, my brittle winter's heart Rejoice and remind me too Of all the splendid summers We shared an eternity ago.

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[CV] A New Ally

The blizzard had seemed to finally blow itself out. Wisps of snow blew through the canyon and danced around the horses’ feet as they made the ascent. Perseus shook out his mane, sending gobs of snow flying in all directions, as he led the way. Looking across the valley, he was glad that they had found the canyon when they did. The landscape was completely changed now and covered in a thick layer of snow and ice. The sun rising in the east cast a beautiful light through the icicles hanging in the tree branches. Percy marveled at the sight for a moment before his heart sank.How on earth would they find food?Before he could worry much longer,...

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[CV] Last Goodbye

”Aloine...I...I’m…” Aloine shook her head slowly, as if in a trance. She didn’t want to hear it. Not right now. She couldn’t. Her mate lay there in the mud, blood pooled around his dark mane...and he was gone. His eyes were closed but he wasn’t sleeping. At least, not a sleep he would ever wake from. A high pitched keening sound rang in her ears and she wasn’t sure where it came from. Her eyes couldn’t focus and the world felt like it was spinning too quickly. Slowly, so slowly, she went down to her knees in the mud next to Breigo. She curled her body around his and rested her head on his side. ”Go...tell the others…” she whispered to Far...

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[CV] A Dreary Day

Fat raindrops lazily fell from the grey sky, plipping and plopping across the herds’ backs. Breigo blinked against the drizzle and snorted in disdain. A fog had rolled in as well, making patrolling even more difficult. He hated this kind of weather, and not only because it was physically unpleasant. Who knew what could try sneaking up on them. He shook some of the wet out of his mane and carefully picked his way down the hillock he’d been standing atop. Firefoot pranced toward him, always in a cheery mood despite the rain, and gave a quick bow. ”Hey there, boss.” he said with a cheeky grin. ”Everyone is present and accounted for.” Breigo...

DelaneytheDragon

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Horse Cuba x Horse Reader: Part 3: On the Beach

(Y/n): your name (c/c): coat color (e/c): eye color (m/c): mane/tail color (f/c): favorite color ~~ ~~A month later~~ “See? I told you it was worth it to get in the hot tub.” You and Carlos were currently wading slowly up and down the short stretch of bubbling water, almost like a miniature hot spring cut into the concrete. You were still outdoors, but a raised canopy was overhead to collect any leaves that came from above. Of course, there were always some leaves in there; the Cuban horse had also showed you the swimming pool his owner used, but you respected his wishes to not drink the water or enter it. Instead, you were enchanted by the strange, wonderful invention from humans. Carlos had his mane and tail unbraided before he entered, and his dark hair fanned around him and almost made him look supernatural in the bubbling, steaming mass. “This is one of the tricks the people use to help me if I ever pull a muscle or two,” he’d explained when you were still cautiously staring

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Horse Canada x Horse Reader: Part 2

(Y/n): your name (e/c): eye color (c/c): coat color (m/c): mane/tail color ~~ ~~Three days later~~ You had to be honest with yourself: When you were given the choice of all those horses back at the auction, you probably could’ve done much worse than Matthew. Because it was just you and him here, he always gave you attention and asked how you were doing or if you needed anything. His concern was touching and made you feel protected, mainly because you had always protected yourself in the wild. You also saw the benefit of sleeping in a stall every night; you didn’t fear the hooting of owls, but you often flinched when the bushes rustled during the night, even among your herd. In the safety of the little barn, there was no need to startle and you enjoyed the company of the moon and stars. And Matthew. Even he must know by now that you were grateful for his help. The one reason you weren’t anxious all the time was because he was teaching you new words, what they meant and how

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Horse America x Horse Reader: Part 2

(Y/n): your name (c/c): coat color (e/c): eye color (m/c): mane/tail color (f/c): favorite color ~~ ~~Two months later~~ You were grateful for the time you spent with Alfred on his homestead. He was teaching you the meanings of words and what people sometimes said. They were somewhat familiar to you, but not in the same language; like your lead mare, they had their own way of indicating when to stop, to go, which way to turn and at what times of day you were permitted to eat. You even got used to sleeping in the barn, next to Alfred’s stall, as he insisted. Because you were a social creature, you became most adept at playing their little game; it was all a ploy until you would escape and find your herd again…if you could. That was another benefit to befriending Alfred. If you were going to escape and find your herd, then you would be reunited with dear friends who missed you terribly. The herd must’ve known about the trap by now, surely. If the scent of death lingered long enough

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Aftermath

Pearl Harbor, April 2010 Reagan had never seen the island look so trashed before. Parts of Honolulu were still on fire. Reports were vague at best and still coming in. The best the carrier could figure was that there had been a fleet of ships attacking Hawaii. But all had been taken care of. Her pilots reported seeing Missouri finishing off one of them. This was surprising to say the least. What was her old flagship doing outside the harbor? She'd sworn when she'd taken up station here 15 years ago she would never leave Arizona alone. Something serious must have occurred to pull her away. As the RIMPAC fleet rounded Diamond Head, Missouri sat at anchor near the mouth of the harbor. Her other anchor was conspicuously missing, the chain cut at its end. Smoke was wafting from her aft deck and as she shifted slightly it was revealed her third turret had been completely destroyed. Its parts lying scattered across her deck. Her hull bore various dents and scrapes as well. She was still

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Desert Storm~ Chapter 9

Mediterranean Sea January 3, 1991 Arleigh's arrival had alerted them all to the possibility. So, it was absolutely no surprise to Belknap to get that distinctive ping off her radar. She chuckled, already well prepared for this eventuality. After all, what was an apprentice ship without her mentor. Missouri appeared on the horizon. Arleigh glanced at Belknap, quivering in her eagerness. The 6th Fleet flagship laughed. "Go on." She said and the destroyer ran off. At least she had the decorum to ask for permission first before she raced off. Nonetheless, her keenness was something the old cruiser noted. "She's going to be trouble that one." She thought. Missouri had only seconds to react to spotting Arleigh before the destroyer was on her. "Whoa!" She laughed as Arleigh leaped into her bow. The destroyer was so excited she gave little love nips as only the fleet's pack animals could. Missouri rolled her eyes but indulged her. She crouched down, a signal she was ready to play. Arleigh ran

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Shipbook Special: Offshore 50

The sun was just dipping below the horizon as Jugo made her way into the marina at Ilwaco. Rage had a prime spot on an end row. The big boat was leaning against the dock and seemed to be resting but she cracked open an eye as the J boat passed. “Finally made it I see.” She greeted. “Mm.” Jugo nodded, too tired to say much. She found her spot, sandwiched between two Canadians. One was fast asleep and Jugo did her best not to disturb her while the other, a lovely blue hulled Soverel 33, grinned at her with a martini in her wires. “Evening.” She greeted, handing it over. Surprised, Jugo accepted it. She took a cautious sip. It was a perfect mixture. “Thank you.” She said. “My pleasure.” She offered a free wire. “Elbows Up.” “Jugo.” She returned, shaking it. “You’re a Portland boat?” “Aye.” “Well this is more your neck of the woods then, eh?” Elbows Up smirked. “And then I’ll be in yours.” Jugo smirked. “Touché. Cheers.” “Cheers.” The following day was meant to be a day of

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the horses

And all those four legged marching horses galloped but centaurs never made of them with rising speed they advance but as the fierce force raised I saw as the animalistic feet, hooves gradually took on the characteristics of man looking on I knew that which they had become horses of war in the flesh of my fellow human beings some fell before undergoing the change others thereafter a mix of bestial and humane cocktail of screams some of the human horses for naturally as they were human attempted to ride their former selves the dying did this profusely as the horses below them intermingled with their blood each turning into wood shelving steed and mounter complete with a slew of cabinets in the side that when surgical pulled out as shelves of such furniture are reveal the new , fresh army uniforms....

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One of Those Nights

One of Those Nights by p.b. wells Every groundball dropped. every pass slapped out of the air. every line that went limp mid-sentence. every note bent so bad the crowd winced. every cue blown like I was born to choke. They come back at 3 a.m.. the poems that should’ve been drowned at birth, the fights where I folded fast, the rejections that came form-letter efficient, all of it crawling out of the dark to kick me in the teeth. They don’t fade. they scratch, they bite, they piss on the rug and laugh while I choke on it all. The Admiral’s in my gut, sloshing gas, licking a match, whispering about the SR9 like it’s holy scripture. and hell, I almost buy it. one little squeeze and poof, the whole ugly circus goes quiet. I laugh, because it’s true. death sounds like bleach, like clean sheets, better than reruns of every fuck-up I ever made. But I don’t. I torch another joint instead, scorch my lungs, blow smoke at the ceiling like I’m charging

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Rejoice

Oh, my brittle winter's heart Thaw and sing a merry tune Let the faded summer last A minute longer, maybe two Oh, my brittle winter's heart Rejoice and remind me too Of all the splendid summers We shared an eternity ago.

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[CV] A New Ally

The blizzard had seemed to finally blow itself out. Wisps of snow blew through the canyon and danced around the horses’ feet as they made the ascent. Perseus shook out his mane, sending gobs of snow flying in all directions, as he led the way. Looking across the valley, he was glad that they had found the canyon when they did. The landscape was completely changed now and covered in a thick layer of snow and ice. The sun rising in the east cast a beautiful light through the icicles hanging in the tree branches. Percy marveled at the sight for a moment before his heart sank.How on earth would they find food?Before he could worry much longer,...

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[CV] Last Goodbye

”Aloine...I...I’m…” Aloine shook her head slowly, as if in a trance. She didn’t want to hear it. Not right now. She couldn’t. Her mate lay there in the mud, blood pooled around his dark mane...and he was gone. His eyes were closed but he wasn’t sleeping. At least, not a sleep he would ever wake from. A high pitched keening sound rang in her ears and she wasn’t sure where it came from. Her eyes couldn’t focus and the world felt like it was spinning too quickly. Slowly, so slowly, she went down to her knees in the mud next to Breigo. She curled her body around his and rested her head on his side. ”Go...tell the others…” she whispered to Far...

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[CV] A Dreary Day

Fat raindrops lazily fell from the grey sky, plipping and plopping across the herds’ backs. Breigo blinked against the drizzle and snorted in disdain. A fog had rolled in as well, making patrolling even more difficult. He hated this kind of weather, and not only because it was physically unpleasant. Who knew what could try sneaking up on them. He shook some of the wet out of his mane and carefully picked his way down the hillock he’d been standing atop. Firefoot pranced toward him, always in a cheery mood despite the rain, and gave a quick bow. ”Hey there, boss.” he said with a cheeky grin. ”Everyone is present and accounted for.” Breigo...

DelaneytheDragon

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Horse Cuba x Horse Reader: Part 3: On the Beach

(Y/n): your name (c/c): coat color (e/c): eye color (m/c): mane/tail color (f/c): favorite color ~~ ~~A month later~~ “See? I told you it was worth it to get in the hot tub.” You and Carlos were currently wading slowly up and down the short stretch of bubbling water, almost like a miniature hot spring cut into the concrete. You were still outdoors, but a raised canopy was overhead to collect any leaves that came from above. Of course, there were always some leaves in there; the Cuban horse had also showed you the swimming pool his owner used, but you respected his wishes to not drink the water or enter it. Instead, you were enchanted by the strange, wonderful invention from humans. Carlos had his mane and tail unbraided before he entered, and his dark hair fanned around him and almost made him look supernatural in the bubbling, steaming mass. “This is one of the tricks the people use to help me if I ever pull a muscle or two,” he’d explained when you were still cautiously staring

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Horse Canada x Horse Reader: Part 2

(Y/n): your name (e/c): eye color (c/c): coat color (m/c): mane/tail color ~~ ~~Three days later~~ You had to be honest with yourself: When you were given the choice of all those horses back at the auction, you probably could’ve done much worse than Matthew. Because it was just you and him here, he always gave you attention and asked how you were doing or if you needed anything. His concern was touching and made you feel protected, mainly because you had always protected yourself in the wild. You also saw the benefit of sleeping in a stall every night; you didn’t fear the hooting of owls, but you often flinched when the bushes rustled during the night, even among your herd. In the safety of the little barn, there was no need to startle and you enjoyed the company of the moon and stars. And Matthew. Even he must know by now that you were grateful for his help. The one reason you weren’t anxious all the time was because he was teaching you new words, what they meant and how

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Horse America x Horse Reader: Part 2

(Y/n): your name (c/c): coat color (e/c): eye color (m/c): mane/tail color (f/c): favorite color ~~ ~~Two months later~~ You were grateful for the time you spent with Alfred on his homestead. He was teaching you the meanings of words and what people sometimes said. They were somewhat familiar to you, but not in the same language; like your lead mare, they had their own way of indicating when to stop, to go, which way to turn and at what times of day you were permitted to eat. You even got used to sleeping in the barn, next to Alfred’s stall, as he insisted. Because you were a social creature, you became most adept at playing their little game; it was all a ploy until you would escape and find your herd again…if you could. That was another benefit to befriending Alfred. If you were going to escape and find your herd, then you would be reunited with dear friends who missed you terribly. The herd must’ve known about the trap by now, surely. If the scent of death lingered long enough

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Aftermath

Pearl Harbor, April 2010 Reagan had never seen the island look so trashed before. Parts of Honolulu were still on fire. Reports were vague at best and still coming in. The best the carrier could figure was that there had been a fleet of ships attacking Hawaii. But all had been taken care of. Her pilots reported seeing Missouri finishing off one of them. This was surprising to say the least. What was her old flagship doing outside the harbor? She'd sworn when she'd taken up station here 15 years ago she would never leave Arizona alone. Something serious must have occurred to pull her away. As the RIMPAC fleet rounded Diamond Head, Missouri sat at anchor near the mouth of the harbor. Her other anchor was conspicuously missing, the chain cut at its end. Smoke was wafting from her aft deck and as she shifted slightly it was revealed her third turret had been completely destroyed. Its parts lying scattered across her deck. Her hull bore various dents and scrapes as well. She was still

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Desert Storm~ Chapter 9

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Shipbook Special: Offshore 50

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One of Those Nights

Rejoice

[CV] A New Ally

[CV] Last Goodbye

[CV] A Dreary Day

Horse Cuba x Horse Reader: Part 3: On the Beach

Horse Canada x Horse Reader: Part 2

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Aftermath

Desert Storm~ Chapter 9

Shipbook Special: Offshore 50

the horses

One of Those Nights

Rejoice

[CV] A New Ally

[CV] Last Goodbye

[CV] A Dreary Day

Horse Cuba x Horse Reader: Part 3: On the Beach

Horse Canada x Horse Reader: Part 2

Horse America x Horse Reader: Part 2

Aftermath

Desert Storm~ Chapter 9

Shipbook Special: Offshore 50

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the horses

One of Those Nights

Rejoice

[CV] A New Ally

[CV] Last Goodbye

[CV] A Dreary Day

Horse Cuba x Horse Reader: Part 3: On the Beach

Horse Canada x Horse Reader: Part 2

Horse America x Horse Reader: Part 2

Aftermath

Desert Storm~ Chapter 9

Shipbook Special: Offshore 50