The Empty Plate
This is an old poem i wrote back in 2017 for a poetry contest. i didn't come close to winning i'm pretty sure and i've never really posted this before so i thought i would now.
A Field of Scarlet Red Flowers
Hours they're going to be beautiful and be the brightest shade of red rose, flamingo flowers, lilies and more all arranged in a massive flower bed i need something new to see, a different type of red i was a fighter once but now that old
Journey to the North or "Fernando"
_Time can almost be forgotten when you travel for long periods. The days meld together seamlessly as you go._ Fernando was used to this feeling and had been alone for a good portion of his life. As far as he knew, it was Year 487 of the Age (an Age...
The hill
I feel old, like a decrepit old man longing for his youth, a remnant of a past age looking back on his prime years. it saddens me, that in youth, i did not savour youth; but instead, wished to become older, to see the world as an adult, a full grown man.
New Beginning Chapter 4: Role Reversal
#4 of old stories bulbasaur takes charge as he, dan and nidoran pursue misty's kidnappers another one of my old pokemon stories, with some editing and spell checking done. anyway, hope everyone enjoys going through some of my old work.
Longing For You
**_The Pearl White Moon The Perfect Little Tune The Sound of My Heart Beating The Hope This Moment Won't Be Fleeting For My Love I Long For Forever I Have Long Had To Endeavor _** **_The Pain This World Has Shown Me So Long I Have Been Lost...
Renamon's Secret Love: Chapter IV - The finale
**A note from Kitsukami: _Okay, I know, I know... it's been YEARS since I uploaded anything. I'm surprised people are still watching me, and people are even still reading the other chapters. I feel that I owe it to everyone to upload the final...
Texas blues, "The wanderer"
#27 of poetry, both old and new some good, old fashioned texas blues. this is to be sung, not read. i'd appreciate it. let me know if you like it. an ode to otters.
Chapter 1: A Life of Slavery and Blood
I'm an old combat trainer who was sold to this bloody shit hole to ensure runts like you don't die in a matter of seconds."
Far From Home: How I've improved.
"so... how old are you?" i looked at her, "fourteen. but since i age at a dragon's rate, i am nineteen." "oh. i'm twelve," she replied cautiously. i noticed why. there was a fourteen year old boy with his friends that was watching us.
WHERE'S THE DRINKS?!
This actually happened on the game star wars the old republic. we threw a rp party for a friend of mine's character for his birthday. it was a lot of fun.
Made in Fire- Chapter 1
For some reason, the old man, the old wolf was insinuating that if he were ever lazy enough, he could live with the deaths of those he was meant to protect. if that were true, what kind of protector was he?