Poem: My Art
I like through the scenes that destroy me, and forever, i live through my art.
Treating Her Right
Donna stood in line at the coffee shop, her arms folded, the toes of one foot tapping the floor in frustration. It wasn't because the line was slow (though that certainly wasn't helping.) No, she was annoyed because of what she was watching occur on...
Solipsism
Holly sat at the small diner table and smiled. The feline listened as Emily told stories about their youth together. As they recounted the "good old days," the days when they had no responsibilities or worries. They talked about the time that Emily had...
Lifeline
Clara fumbled with the display on her smartphone, trying to input the right numbers. The pads on her fingers normally worked just fine, even on the tiny screen, but today they seemed altogether too large -- or maybe her hands were just shaking too...
Biofuel
Cinnamon would have liked to ignore the alarm. In fact, nothing would have pleased her more than just turning over, pulling the covers over her head, and going back to sleep. Her younger sister's voice pierced through the walls and machinery between...
Surprisingly Interested
Richard prowled through the city streets, looking for his dinner. Hunting was a bit different for Richard compared to other preds. Most predators had to be at least somewhat careful, lest they run into a prey -- or group of prey -- that they...
Clonesumables: The Micro-Sizer
Mallory coughed, her head swimming. Everything around her was a blur. She felt dizzy, too, like she was about to throw up, though the feeling was quickly dissipating. Her head throbbed, and it felt like her insides had been put through a washing...
Hunter and Hunted
Luna woke up, as usual, as the first rays of the sun began to pierce into the opening of the cave. The small mouse yawned and shifted, but didn't open her eyes. She didn't want to move yet. She was lying on her side, pressed up against the body of...
Bright Eyes Never Die pt. 3 - Obama is a Samurai
I don't really show my friends my art." "why not?" ares said with a slightly confused look on his face. "eh... i draw more for expression rather than too look good." she said, looking downwards. "can i see?" he replied hopefully.
Puppet Master
Practice my art, and entertain you all. or snip the strings, and let them fall.
the king of insanity
I will upload my art soon, but will take awhile to put fury ones up. sorry for the delay. i will post poems, and quotes. but the art will have to wait a little bit.
....re-do
([http://www.sofurry.com/view/290178](http://www.sofurry.com/view/290178)) thats my art skill haha so yeah, commisions for stories...spots still open haha