A short story,
as i stepped onto the icy slick porch, i took in the cold winter air, all of the trees are bare, i looked at you almost a stare, but i smiled warmly, the grass now covered in a blanket of snow, the frost crept up and kissed my nose,
Poem, Short
Each year on our birthday we make one heartfelt wish,
A wish that we want to come true,
But each year I waste my wish on you,
nothing ever changing...,
I am not wasting my birthday wishes on you,
because each year that I do,
You stab me in the...
Emotional, Short
It's time to wake, my day begins
My gaze wanders as I pass through the door
I pick a mask to wear today
It fits me oh so well
I walk, and talk
I might pass you by
Nothing seems out of place
No you never question, you don't look beneath the...
Poem, Short
#1 of short stories
...
i never got the chance to see the wide ocean seas. i never got to witness the slow, rising and then setting sun through the ocean.
Short, Story
The autumn trees shook and stirred with screechy sounds encompassing the atmosphere halloween had brung. Withered, dark branches moved like the craggily hands of a witch, working her magic onto the pups playing below. The cocker spaniel pups affably...
Macabre, Short
#1 of short stories
this is a reaction to the vn "echo".
i played through leo's route and got the "good ending". felt miserable and wanted to convey something through my writing.
Short, echo
There once was a man that lived under a rock. In fact, he actually was the rock, and he wasn't even a man. He just sat on the side of the road until someone picked him up and threw him into a lake and he drowned. Poor rock.
Death, Drowning, Four Sentences Long, Niniju, Rock, Short, Short Story
I remember the day that I received my first pokemon.
"Today, I am a young man, like my older classmates!"
You smelled like the kennel; as I bathed you, I discovered your secret.
"What are the odds I'd get stuck with a girl cyndaquil?"
I never...
Cyndaquil, Poetry, Pokemon, Quilava, Short, Short Story, Typhlosion, free verse
He stared at the screen in front of him. He wasn't drunk.
His boyfriend stared at him with concern, working diligently at some form of paper work or another. Homework, maybe the Cat's own unfinished tax papers. He didn't know, he didn't really bother...
Alcohol, Canine, Clean, Feline, Male, No-Yiff, Poodle, Short, Short Story
"This is ridiculous. Do they have to discontinue every product I like?" Will shook his head and glared over the shelves one more time. No more broccoli coleslaw, it seemed. He'd have to find a different vegetable for his stir fry.
He turned and smiled...
Clean, Cute, Fox, M/M, No-Yiff, Short, Short Story, Wolf
#3 of jeff and will
a short, fluffy tale (tail?) about boyfriends
will sighed contentedly as his show ended and he pulled his headphones off. he glanced over at jeff, sitting on a recliner and turning a page in his book. "hey, jeff?"
"mhm?"
Clean, Cute, Fox, M/M, No-Yiff, Short, Short Story, Wolf