Masked Puppet
The stage curtains slowly open, Shining the spotlight on these charcoal eyes. Tight ropes pull him down into a paralysis state, Keeping the actor in the sweet confines of the contented bed. "The show must go on!" A barely audible sentence flowing...
The masks we wear, part one
Carrying the mask with me, i walked so that the light in the hallway illuminated it. it had been stuck to the bottom of the mask, though how it had remained there i couldn't tell you, no tape or glue to be found on either the paper or the mask itself.
The Viridium Virus
It's almost a good thing that he couldn't see my face under the mask i had to wear - i likely would have made an inappropriate face to him. "so, you must be the person from the blog, right?" darien finally spoke.
The Porcelain Mask
The winter was drawing to a close, then, the people just slowly seemed to wake from a long winter's nap and the animals were returning to their lives as if the snow were nothing more than a white carpet to honor their arrival. Everything was peaceful...
Innocense Behind the Mask
"Spike? Spike where are you!" Ducky cried out as she patrolled the aftermath of the invasion. She grimaced as she stepped on a tiny dead body. She shuddered, and continued walking along. The Great Valley has been turned into a terrible nightmare of...
The masks we wear, part three
I stated, picking up the mask and glaring at it as if the whole thing had been its fault. the mask was just plain, ordinary wood once again, still carved in its perfect likeness of a wolf. except for one thing.
Masks Now Available
RB's dropped masks. Watching them un-bugger their product setup so that one can actually search for masks? Kinda fun. Over the past hour it's gone from, "Good luck searching for masks, we don't even have them as a category," To, "Search breaks things,"...
charade
Of lust for eternity we long for exsistance to be known this turning us into mindless drown we ware a mask to hide our face all in hopes that we will; find our place who we are and what we think casts us into a wor of dream so take the mask
Look beneath the mask
the mask
The masks we wear, part four
In fact, we wore them so much now that our human selves felt more and more like disguises to us, as if they were becoming the masks instead.
My Mask
My mask is my shell like being cursed by a spell it holds me and hides me like a caged soul chained and bound tied to this world unwillingly Bound by love bound by dreams Chained by hate chained by dispair But even if released Still...
Fluffybutt Prose Poems: Zipper
All around Zipper's bedroom lie the anatomy of myriad other species; muzzles, beaks, trunks, wings, hooves, shells, and even antennae can be found. Determined to cross the barriers of all cliques and classes, he adopts the guise of those he aims to...