One Drink Is All I Need
When the docs and the meds don't seem to work, what's a fella to do but go with his gut and try something that does even if he dies young would it be worth it that he shed tears on paper and drowned his pain with drinks?
Tiny Winged Things
Steel enjoyed the quiet drive to a shed behind a business district. as the letter said, he knocked in the appropriate pattern, "took you long enough." the grim reaper stood behind a chair.
Kaotic beginnings - A Kaos Army story - Chapter 11
Momentarily distracted by fond flashbacks to those bike-shed memories, the sudden eruption of loud animal growls almost took anar unawares, but he managed to stand his ground and held his torch out defensively. just beyond the light's reach, forms moved.
Winter War
He'd been napping in the shed, catching some sack time between patrols (or rather instead of walking an endless circle around the barricade) and got up to piss in the small stream that bubbled next to his hiding spot.
Beasts of Barlow Road 4 (Rough Draft)
It sounded like the whole shed was about to collapse from the force of those blows. his mother entered the shed, and there was a pause like he was staring her down.
Out and About
Out and about for six long days and nights, i lied and shed many tears. i would wake up with a fright; i had a secret kept for years. on the same days and nights, there was food i didn't eat.
The Good Things
How, at her funeral, her mother hadn't shed a single tear because when she was little she told her family to never cry over her. how she wanted a simple funeral, just to be buried and be happy.
The Journey of Hope
Fall to my knees and offer my throat my last hope, our last hope my people shriek in terror as the fierce one leaps upon me and closes his jaws around my offering biting down firmly i await the expected pain and death but only a single drop of blood is shed
A final meeting
That the very sound seemed to apologize but this was a meeting from which i couldn't hide so i just simply let him inside we sat in the living room for a while his face shrouded in his black velvet hood and mine painted with a sad smile for shedding
Waiting to be Human
shedding old conceits, they rise-- donned, the visage of old-- the cloaks of fur and hide. turgidly his tail wags, together; they embrace, though breast to back. her hair of mousy brown, and his of red the only signs of people, there.
Path Of Paws
Traveling | searching and pondering i know not where | from whence i came i see not where | i am to go of triumph and victory | with despair and misery my life a journey | to a land unknown but now i see | with my own eyes a glimpse of light | and a shed
Preview: Sins of the Angels
I will always have the need for revenge on my father, but at the least, i want to do it, without blood shed... but, i need help. now, only one question scrolls through my mind... who?