Where the Marrow Should Be
"you ... you can't be related to either side, though," adelaide observed. "they're squirrels." "yeah," was his response. a pause. "you're not a squirrel," he noted. and that toothy grin of hers. "aren't i?" she did a slow full-circle.
Torment and Misery: The First Day
Now get dressed, i can't be driven around by a nude chauffeur" kirandra replies tauntingly as yet another anthro comes walking in, carrying a tuxedo much like the one he is wearing.
Just another day chapter.3 draft submission
"t-this can't be right" he stutters dropping the device hands shaking "please tell me it was wrong" vex's voice shook as he looked at the teacher.
City of Love and Hope
True love can't be destroyed i love, forever and ever i love with all my heart, cause it's my heart that i will share with
thordani race stats
To use this speed, you can't be wearing heavy armor. keen sight: you have advantage on perception checks that rely on sight. polydexterous: you can use your feet as additional hands, counting as off hands for the sake of combat.
Figments of My Reality (Poetry)
Because i can't be bothered there. who can interrupt my dreams then? no one. no one but me. i can get in my own way. i can curse myself for it: "damn it all, i fucked it up." laugh at my own jokes! why not? no one else will.
Chapter Nine Father and Son
My dad died two years ago when i was 18 you can't be him." he said. father?????? what the hell. "what do you mean by father?" i asked.
Search’in...
be strong, is trying at its best...
I was never here...
Wait if you can't be seen here then... are you even real to appear...
Lott...
(lost in timeless thoughts) defining this crying that can't be heard saying things i shouldn't listen to, things most would consider absurd still, i manage on to the end of our song loving its embrace, our thoughts giving chase, though
Poem: Double Life (of depression)
Flowing tears that can't be dried. wouldn't it be nice to hide. into a crack i might slide. wait it out, if i have time. close my eyes, it's no crime. no one knows i am there. except for friends wolf and bear.
looky, look. poem
Wait no that can't be. then around you go with no sight of me. a rub of the head and a wallet less. they scream at me for the things i do. but hey it just me, it the nature of things. it is wrong it's bad it a sin, oh to sad.