Every step taken
never turning my back, i see shadows gathering, with twisting smiles of happiness mistaken
it seems my nightmares from dreams are about to make themselves clear
as i stop in place, i see among the dark, darker shadows waiting for a glimpse
Poetry, Psychological, Short Story, nightmare, slice of life
On the way out, james caught a glimpse of his cloaca.
"i think the size is a bit much."
\* \* \* \* \*
on the way to the bridge, james became stuck in the doorway. "and i zhought he was already tall," commented tacit.
"really," asked emily.
Dragon, Science Fiction, Wolf
I couldn't catch a glimpse of it. noxis kane was there smiling if i remember correctly."
her parents and herself landed on the nice soft grass a few meters away from the scene of noxis kane.
MLP
But then, just the glimpse of what she, _he_, had been.
she doubted there was even the possibility of going back given the chance.
chewing the stem of her pipe the bear simply waited and watched.
end of chapter v
Bear, Fantasy, Female, No-Yiff, Plot Development, Story Progression, Story Series, Wolfess
Hearing the scream the villagers panicked as they caught first glimpse of the beast the moment it crashed to the ground while zeng dismounted and walked up with sword at the ready while maximus prepared his spear waiting for his father to give the signal to
Dragon, Plot Development, Story Progression, Tiger, Vixen
The slice of life is a commission experiment aimed at capturing a glimpse of someone's character in action.
Gray Wolf, Highschool, Male
So many of us speak
out into the silence
writing lines of poetry
that others will never see,
never hear, never get even
the smallest glimpse of.
Poem, Poetry, inspiration
These are the tales of the time before man, these are the tales of the spirits and the land before mortal touch, and so with the speaking of the tales a revelation into the world can be glimpsed by the wise and the cunning. for these tales are truths.
Story Series, Tales from before man, creation, english, mythology
Line in and line out it was a constant stale mate until at last the fish surrendered as i finally caught a glimpse of him and dragged him onto shore as the girls and the locals on the pier cheered for me as i raised my rod and shouted in triumph, though my
No-Yiff, Short Story, Wolf, fishing