My life as a furry (Away to boarding school)

[[Go to chapter 1]](http://beta.sofurry.com/view/302229 "[Link] My life as a furry (intro) {Goodbyes and pain}") Iv uploaded pics of my school (also Brimmington the school in this story) [Click here to see them...

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Prophecy

I dream each night Of prophecy Of things that may come true. I dream each night Of prophecy, Of fate, Or what have you; I dream each night Of things That can't exist or Can't be true, But every time I Dream of fate And always dream Of...

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Something to consider

There is a simple fact that all men must eventually contend with. We are what we leave behind. A man has a life. His life must eventually end, so what is left? That is up to him. What we build, what we say, and what we do will outlive us. We are,...

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A Fate Much Worse

Copyright © 2021 by Emma Marlene Oakley Lycaon Productions® All Rights Reserved. I don't wish this shit on no one, Always watching for my back, Dark in corner with my thoughts, Along with shitty flashbacks, All...

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Regret

Looking back, thinking forward, the serrated blade of the past grinds even deeper. What I could have said, what I should have said, the things I have said, I never should have even thought. The past can't be changed. Most things can be...

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Those Sundays

**Those Sundays** ** ** A welcoming shade slants far across the ruffled air of the stable block, where swallows wheel and nest no loss with earthen love, from poll to dock. I brush loose hair from around your girth, as you nuzzle and lip for...

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The Abbey

**The Abbey** Pale grey on black; the contrast between the individual stone blocks set into the abbey wall was unerringly fascinating to the young vixen, who hesitated, a little distance away from the half ruined structure, torn between curiosity and...

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My Little Annoyance

**My Little Annoyance** ** ** _Written by Arian Mabe_ _ _ ** ** How does he walk in such a way that incites anger, frustration roiling to the surface like a cauldron of boiling snakes? Storming, through the room, he strides as if he is the most...

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"Mushroom Magica"

- What a feeling! Such a start! I feel a pounding, But not in my heart. Colors are changing; sounds have a name. The boards on my floor, Play chess while aflame! I knew this was coming; I've been here...

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Watch

Slowly I walk, with tired eyes watching the shell of the world. I hear the laughter and know it's only fleeting, I see the life and in a glimpse watch all that they know turn to ash. Is this my cure to see, to feel? To know the endless horrors of the...

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Open me up

**Open me up** Open me up, I am but unlocked, That life turned sour, Should be of no shock. The fruits are shrivelled, Their lies flicker loose, There's no going back: I'll tie my own noose.

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[Story - French] Les enfants ne sont pas des jouets - chap 1

Les enfants ne sont pas des jouets - Chapitre 1 : Une journée normale * * * « Fais attention, tu vas nous faire repérer ! --- Humpf j'ai rien fait ! » L'adolescent eut à peine le temps de terminer sa phrase que la porte qu'il essayait de...

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