Hot Pink
I realized that all they would have amounted to would be me in various women's apparel walking through the woods and some makeshift stages while a friend narrates from some awful stream of consciousness i would have written.
My p.o.v
My fox tail sways as i regain consciousness. "owwy" the wolf looks at me "lay down please" "who are you" i ask curiously. "i'm jem now lay down please"
Revaramek the Resplendent: Chapters One Hundred One and One Hundred Two
If he could forge _her_ consciousness, then surely he could do so for all of them. she looked like the desert. her fur was the pale golden shade of sand, just before dawn.
Lost in Los Angeles- Chapter 2
I lost all conscious thought, my paws smacking around and beating against the wooden interior of the cabinet before striking the door and knocking it wide open with a long loud creak.
Chapter 2: Last of the Happy memories
I wanted to scream out loud like i did before, but i can't as my conscious started to fade. the reason my conscious is fading was not because someone injected me with a drug, but it was me because i want to run away from the reality.
excerpt of You Are Free
Trust me, i was consciously trying to shut down myself so i wouldn't snap. i was desperate to just get composed and not lash out. it wasn't working. i remember it clear as day.
Blacklisted Chapter 2: Revelations
Vince was slowly regaining his consciousness, having a splitting headache as well. he looked at his bloody paws, then the flaming wreckage he was pulled out of.
Is He Really Bad?
"i followed her down the slope and found her, barely conscious, at the base of a tree. she wasn't conscious for long though as she just looked at me before passing out. i carried her to the healer's cave and told them what happened.
Breakfast In Bed
I replied sleepily: the best invitation to enter my lair as any would hope to receive so soon after a return to consciousness. the handle turned, then the door edged open with the slightest of creaks.
Piercing the Swordsman: Chapter 4
"that definitely is odd," he said, "consciously controlling purring. i've obviously heard of many iterations of people suppressing emotions," the therapist indicated, "but that just seems . . . **_particularly_** troubling?
Twenty Four
Lay down just to relieve the chronic fatigue consumed by the endless nights of insomnia and as i breathe in and out my body goes limp my vision fades away into the night floating into the sea of dreams searching for an answer for this preoccupied consciousness
Day's End
Day's end warm, shiveled on brinks of bluntly burning eyes shrinking, and conscious slowly turning abroading breaths, breaking, calming quicker thriving thoughts with darkness growing thicker laying leasurly within balanced