presentation by Hardsharp Scanlan
I am now writing in my message with my red pen i'll introduce myself right away, i am an anthropomorphic sabertooth tigress. i am 19 years old. i live in a chaotic, post-apocalypse zombie world.
01 Ring
#1 of inktober 2019 given that the rules for inktober imply that anything created with ink is valid, and i have a notebook and some pens, i figured i'd take a spin at this. we'll see how long i can keep the momentum going.
The Night of The Tiger: A Short Poem
For those of you who have come across and have read this poem somewhere else, please know that i am indeed the original author and the true pen name with written with the poem at the time is me. enjoy and take care!
Elementary Level Magic
"just take a pen and-" "done!" kickaha had snatched a pen off the desk and quickly signed his name. "well i had a bit more to explain but okay then..." kouro gave a heavy sigh. "i guess... it doesn't seem like you're trying to do anything too bad..."
To The Blue
*pier** in my **head** , remem **ber** all the **ple** dges i **gave** i was **lost** , that you **found** , 'tis my **soul** that you **save** back at **home** , i was **out** of all **hope** and a **lone** kept a **live** by the **songs** of a **pen
Poem #3
Even as i speak these words, put pen to paper, it hurts to do so, to say the things i feel. life is precious, yet so many cheapen it's value.
Writing.
At the end of the day, all that and more has happened, merely by a few strokes of the writer's pen, that which brings life, emotion, and soul into our existance. ~lwolfeh
My Hope, My Love.
The pen to my paper. i love you, and can't even imagine my life continuing without you. you support me, i support you. i love you.... no, i don't. what i feel for you is beyond love, so much greator then love... i need you with me..
One Drink Is All I Need
I use a pad and a pen to express my feelings because talking with professionals doesn't seem to work.
A Messy Situation [Comm]
The three picked the poor fox up, and hoisted him over to an enormous play pen in the corner of the room where they began to strap him into restraints, each leading to a corner of the playpen splaying his limbs out in all directions.
Lonely Oak Chapter 106 - Mrwt
His ears twitched, and he tapped his pen in thought. "yeah, sure," he smiled. "that sounds fun. we still need to do something with ket and emmy, so maybe they can come along." he set his pen down, leaning back to stretch a little.
Balanced on the Knife Edge Ch. 3
She opened the sheep pen, but they barely seemed to notice, staying inside the cart. they'd probably be eaten by a bear, but that was none of her business. they took the horses and headed to chorrol.