The Night Calls
_ _why does the night call to me so?_ _why does the mysteries night call me in such a sweet voice?_ _closing my eyes i hug myself,_ _hugging myself i understand,_ _why does the night call to me?
Beckoning Call
The wilds had called for the wolf and that's where it was needed.
Calling (Poem)
They are calling me to a place i have been trying to find, some place far away in the wild, where you can finally be free. a forest shadowed by a mountain is the place you are meant to be. i raised you, a wolf, all by myself.
Nature's Call
It is up to the individual to decide how he will respond to his belly's call, for that is the way of nature, and that is how nature responds.
Call of the Ocean
He called. out came a jamaican looking man. "there are some who call me....tim." he said with a serious face. "oh nevermind, i just always wanted to say dat." he laughed with a heavy accent. just call me jolly mon.
They call it the present
I remember riding the bus late one night from my job and the only other entity on the bus besides the driver, was a faded past. It smelled of stale piss and alcohol. It had glossed over marble eyes and red liver lips that mashed and salivated as it...
Last Call
The rhino was swelling. It started out slowly, almost like a feeling that he was getting a little bloated when he waddled drunkenly out of the club for the night. He had noticed that his final drink had tasted rather funny, but he paid it little mind...
A Major Calls
"call the men together, will you? i want to talk to them." it wasn't a pleasant job rousing the men, most of whom were snatching forty winks, but i soon had them all together and waiting. "thank you, pinch. at ease...stand easy."
Unexpected Call
ERR! ERR! ERR! ERR! ERR! The blue bunny groaned, rolling over in his bed his paw fumbled for the snooze button, to end the ever annoying rant of the alarm. He realizes too late, however, where on the bed he was. With a surprised yelp, he fell out of...
Judgement Call
[authors note: this story does not contain any sexually explicit material, this is an older story called death call that i had written back in high school. it had dealt with my though process on having a member of our u.s.
Distress Calls
Toward the source of the distress call. bell-bell walked into sickbay. welly looked up. "hey," he said weakly. she nodded back at him. "hey," was her reply. "you, uh ... " " ... hear about the distress call? yeah.
A Call to Peace
It's not a call to arms it's a call to peace. let the bugle sound and hear silent night play lower the flags and hold hands, put differences aside and cross boundary lines, stand for peace and put hate aside. it's christmas time.