Can't make out much detail at all. i just know that i haven't met him yet.
he looks panicked. "oh my god what happened?" he starts to move toward me. everything spins and i hit the floor.
Cabin, Forest, Gay, No-Yiff
My heart pounding in my chest she came so close towards me and said "want to make out?" angel said "r-really?"
Cat, Vixen
She noticed me in that moment and spoke to me, but her voice was so tiny and fragile, i could not make out any words.
when the door had closed behind her, i walked into the garden, but i soon stopped.
Dog, Flash Fiction, No-Yiff, SFW, feel-good, slice of life
I don't think i did it very well and it doesn't really show what i felt but i'm sure you can make out how badly it messed with my head.
people who haven't read the vn may not understand but it's your cue to download it and cry at the end! !
Short, echo
Whatever you're laying on is reasonably comfortable, though if it's the surface or the excessive amount of clothes you're wearing, you can't quite make out. whatever is covering your nose smells a little - you presume it smells of you.
Interactive story, Prologue, Strangeness
Many hours past and the family is fast asleep as jason has a dream, a cirtain pokémon unable to be seen tries to speak to him but he can't quite make out what the pokémon is saying becoming frustrated as his mouth wasn't working in his dream, he only makes
Pokemon, Snivy, Vulpix, servine
Johnathan could just make out his unruly long hair and beard. he looked more like a monster that one might hear about in a bedtime story than a man.
Book, Edwardian, Lion, Science, Sussex, england
You were able to make out my chicken-scratch, then? :p
**aarbo4vr** (8:25 pm): lol, yeah. wasn't that hard. mine's worse ;)
**aarbo4vr** (8:25 pm): so where was the fire?
**cdnce1282** (8:25 pm): oh i had to get home.
Crime, Gay, Gay Relationships, Modern, Red Wolf, Romance, Summer, Wolf, bgdsd, conspiracy, dog-star
Awoken in a maze
i stumble & mumble among thoughts in a daze
an aroma of something needed guides each uncertain step toward another turn
knowing not where i am, i seem to have all the time in the world to burn
shadows follow whispers just out of range to make
Dream, Poem, Short Story, slice of life