I Don't Know...
The changing seasons; different birds that sing... i don't know... what i'm meant to say; 'cause i live each moment, from day to day... and i don't know... how sorrow feels; i've no regrets, for all i've done... and i don't know...
Changing Larvesta
A short story that i wrote for the "changing seasons" contest on agn.ph, and is also my first clean story, when i think about it. a larvesta makes a long journey, heading out on a trip that his kind has made for countless generations. days pass.
The Feeling
"like the changing seasons, colors slowly weaving, could you give it up...?" the wuff could sing, no doubt â€" but why something so simple? perhaps he wasn't the type to impress, as is the case with most of the customers i met.
Kerri's Love
They would laugh and romp in the sunshine as she slowly grew up over the years, chasing each other through the changing seasons. then had come the one day, just a few weeks after her eighteenth birthday...
Splintered Light - Prologue, Pt 2
On land, changing seasons were timed to the heart beat of the world and the people's attunement to the land meant that everyone knew his or her place and where he or she fit into the will of spirits.
Autumn's Memories - short poem
This year i learned to appreciate the changing seasons, so what better way to show my love for it than to write a little poem. haha. i hope you all enjoy. i wrote this on 10/2/2017. written by me, fane star.
Re-lies...
One-sided, misguided, delusional, & beyond most worthwhile reasons it shows & hides well among the ever-changing seasons with smile like crocodiles, tears from practice over the years, it's easy to forget such talents exist these days whether aware,
Samhain Host
Fourth is the sage of the wilder folk, the penultimate mystery of the changing seasons, the bearer of fairy tales and the herald of the magical.
Two Worlds: The Last Goodbye, pt 1 (19)
It seemed that it was finally the time for arella to be changing seasons from summer to winter, and demetrius could smell it from the scent of the decaying trees and shrubbery around him as he walked through the path.
Pretty in Pink
This was another entry for agn.ph's 'changing seasons' contest. i consider this a rather odd story--it doesn't do most of the things that a story should--but it's an idea that had to find its way out of my head. it's a bit sappy, hopefully in a good way.
The First Shall Not Be Last
Oddly, he thought of his ancient ancestors, chasing the sun's warmth through the inexorably changing seasons of their birth-cradle planet.
Thrown Back: Chapter 5
The world changes, seasons change, day changes to night, change all around. why are you so worried that your outside has changed?" "i.." mark swallowed and tried to sort her thoughts out.