ARGO Chapter I ~ Damned
i noticed shadows across it and movement, and realized i wasn't alone. yelling, swearing, arguing... and a new sound, one that i couldn't identify. lifting my head, i saw something i never thought i would.
I don't even know
i was bored. commissions are open. this is just a sample. i literally thought of every word as i was typing the last. the earth was warm and damp from the summer rain earlier that day.
I Ain't Your Sacrifice
"i don't know, but i assume that they are." "do you think they'll come and rescue you?" "i believe they cared for me, but i don't think they will come. judging from my bruises, i think i was dragged away from them by force.
I am/Part two
_hm well i do like him a little i do get a little something down there so_. "no but i think i'm a bisexual" "ok."
Carnival of Traitors - Chapter I
"i doubt i understand it right, but maybe that's this... i don't know how to call it... dejection?" "umm... what?" "i feel gloomy." "oh, yeah, i see. you and your fancy words... " bryce shook his head.
True colours that I seek.
Sheen of the bronze-wing; blue of the crane; fawn and pearl of the lyre-bird's train; cream of the plover; grey of the dove - these are the hues of the land i love.
Chapter I: Rise of the Prawns
"alison, i'm sorry i was such a dumbass. i shouldn't have followed you, i should have let the can of worms closed." valo said coughing up a bit of blood as well. "uh alison, this isn't normal.
How can i forget?
All i wanted was to make you happy, so why is it that i have to feel so crappy? i want nothing more than for us to move on, but it's so hard now that the trust is gone. i want to get past this, i really do...
If I ever found a genie
What am i doing? i'm lying down on the couch doing absolute nothing while wanting to do something like i always do. i wish i wasn't so bored. i wish genies genies were real so i could wish that i wasn't bored.
Living Crime I: Prison?
i didn't hold back, the stress of the past few hours washed over me and i burst into tears, i bawled for no more than 10 seconds before i heard paw steps on one side where i assumed was a wall, rather than feeling at unease i actually felt hope and a small
Why am I different?
"i hate being a fox!" his dad nodded. "pretty strong stuff. what makes you say that?" "i hate being different. weird. picked on. beat up. having my tail pulled. fox jokes. i just want it to end! i'm sick of being weird!
Nothing I can do
In the turbulent waves my loved ones face, must i always be the one to help bare the burden? i don't complain, as long as i provide the help they need. but, who, i ask, can be there for me when i break? when the storm rages in my heart?