In The Beginning
Then, i thought about everything that was ticking me off. i thought about how can so many of my own kind, be so absolutely cruel to a whole species. one, that could most likely be our long lost cousins to us in almost every way shape and form.
Uncomfortable Comfort
The ticking of canes on the granite floor echoed with the squeaking wheels of portable chairs. formal military attire and open backed medical gowns blend in the room as the audience gathers. my solo came too soon for my comfort.
Moon Fire - Volume 1 - Chapter one
I glanced at the clock that was placed near the boy's locker room and under the water fountain watching the minute hand tick slowly and teasingly onward towards the next class period.
Coming Home
The internal clock ticks over but there's nothing in the visual feed but noise from over-amping the signal. it must be nighttime on the part of the earth that it is over.
Capricornus
It was difficult to make out anything around the static but as the seconds ticked by the signal became clear. _"we're being overrun!"_ a voice over the headset finally became clear.
[Commission] Thievery: The Ruins of Expansion; or the criminal teacher and her flaming butt
The final tick came, accompanied by a quiet beep and a faint whistling sound. a blazing inferno wrapped the mare like a devilcoat. there were no thoughts, no plans, only primal drive and pure action.
Chronicles of B-man Part 2-6 Into Darkness
-b-man grabbed at skys wrist- "we can't risk using energy attacks or this place might go up" -the ground shuddered once more, wolf couldn't help but laugh- "tick tock tick tock boys, time is a wasting" -just as wolf finished speaking sky and b-man attacked
Ander - Chapter 2, Subchapter 25
tick-tock tick-tock._ she raised her chin and let her shirt fall down, covering her traitorous body. "oh dear gods up in heaven," she prayed, feeling like a pup talking to the ceiling. "please oh please don't let this be true.
Some Thoughts About Myself, Humanity, And Furries.
But i'm growing long winded now, and i begin to sound full of myself--my writing ever scarred by that certain longwindedness that is a result of my personality--my neurological tick. to all of you, i want to see you keep on dreaming, unafraid.
Just a minute...
For a time, i smiled as they did there best to keep me here, what kindness, what class i felt only relief & happiness as my time ticked away, & came to pass i felt hope & love till the very end i could only bid farewell to my new last friend eyes open,
#DaringToDream
#1 of poetry this is something i wrote in response to a remark made to me by someone i knew that ticked me off. rather than confront the person and possibly make things worse, i figured it might be better if i wrote it out.
Those Bygone Dog-Star Days - Chapter 3 of 37
Somewhere buried deep within my drawers i'm sure there's a pocket watch still ticking as it did a year ago. perhaps a mouse or a cockroach will silently scurry across my floor, a fleeting midnight shadow.