group therapy part 3
You may be given a nickname corresponding to your group / crime to help you fit into the group._ _we don't see your species. we hate everyone equally.
group therapy Part 11
#11 of group therapy dying and drying amongst all the traumatizing things that have happened, its easy to lose sight of the small things. foods. the textures of bedsheets. the feel of the sand as it scratches into your ankles.
group therapy Part 4
#4 of group therapy this parts called 'hynde paws'. the shadow being cast by the window frames had grown to stretch across the length of the court, like a handful of ember fingers.
group therapy Part 7
#7 of group therapy we're all just how we're stained ryan's first night of sleep had gone as bad as he had expected it. the bear's snores were so loud, that ryan considered whether this was the trait that had earned the bear his nickname.
Chapter 10: Group Work
Chapter 10: group work pete joined flora and cynthia for breakfast on tuesday and then at every meal following.
group therapy Part 5
"and this is group c... if you're feelin' formal. if you ain't, then this is the home of bandit's boys."
group therapy Part 9
In front of them stood another group of a dozen boys. they all clutched makeshift spears and shanks and what-not. easily outnumbering the boys.
group therapy Part 6
And it used to happen to us often, since out group is smack-dead in the middle of the other groups." "but there's 6 groups, including group s." ryan mightn't know how to read, but his counting worked just fine.
Secret's We Withhold - WRITING GROUP CHALLENGE -
Secret's We Withhold © Cederwyn Whitefurr 9th April, 2023 All Rights Reserved. This Week's Writing Challenge: Write a furry story with an animal you have NOT used before. At least 1000 words, don't worry if you go over. Tag all prompts with:...
group therapy Part 10
#10 of group therapy you're okay... the boys of camp d, as well as the now earless cheetah, had tucked tail and ran. spears or not, they were still just kids. the headless teddy was slowly blown along the ground.
A Lack Of Something (A Group of Haikus)
1. Sitting in a room Wondering where I can travel Yet I fly freely 2. The rain has fallen Wind chills my body I rub my cold arms 3. There's a monster here It growls silently to me It's on my roof top 4. The moons light shines bright ...
group therapy Part 8
#8 of group therapy we've all had a teddy bear at some point "fuck..." ryan grumbled with the effort of getting out of his own hole. he had needed to hook the blade of his shovel up onto the surface and try to pull himself up.