The Awareness of Nothing
I hope you like it and comment so i can see what struck you most thanks for reading this the awareness of nothing uaffo we all are nothingness which can only self-identify manifesting in impermanent subjective reality that which isn't can be described
Ryt's Rants #2
Ryt's Rants #2 Panel 1 Ryt is standing on the left side of the panel facing Jinx and Verbena. Ryt is speaking to them. "I can't believe some of the atrocities I've seen in the worlds I've been too." Panel 2 Lighting a cigarette Ryt...
Nothing Greater: Chapter 9
I've bested you in every way, and now there's nothing stopping me from taking over this place. i'm going to kill you, your family, your friends, and anyone else who gets in my way. i've won, and there's nothing you can do about it."
EoN Haiku - Cassandra.
The grey gaze is thoughtful and deep. The fire of the Amazons flares. The madness of the sun-god has not touched her.
EoN Haiku - Sala
Her gaze is from an ice-queen. Her body is from a black-furred Venus. Death grins through her.
EoN Haiku - Azuka
Her gaze is patient and the colour of violet flowers. Her body and mind not touched by the frost of old age. The Doctor melds with the Nightshade.
Nothing but Trouble
.” \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* the rearview mirror is nothing but tufts of fur and twitching ears as we drive to the park.
Nothing Feathered, Nothing Gained - Excerpt
This is an excerpt of my first published story, "nothing feathered, nothing gained"--set in the same world as feathers with benefits and in fine feather--from the feral! anthology.
Only to find... nothing
Two minutes... nothing. finally, after three hundred very tense seconds... aurora's shivering began to taper off as her core temperature started to rise.
Nothing Otter
It's nothing. really." "is it about your dad?" "what? how do you know about that? i mean, no!" luke had sank further. wend pinched the bridge of his nose. "you must have just overheard. i'm sorry.
Howling at Nothing
It took darryl howling at nothing for him to realise anything was wrong which, to be fair, was a fairly good indicator. "i am so sorry, darryl," he found himself saying.
To Feel Nothing
They were just targets, nothing more, nothing less. faceless targets. not even people. dozens were hidden behind corners, at the bottom of stairwells, behind doorways, and every other nook and cranny they could find.