Journal Entry, First Day
Today, around 12:20 p.m., I was assisting my stepfather and mother with some digging and re-shuffling of soil in the backyard of their beautiful home in Eastfield. It was good, honest work that any ready, healthy fur has more than capable means of...
Twillight Link Dragon: During A Night
Should I keep living or not?\*I lower my dragon head and close my eyes\* Am I the only one who's a dragon? I keep having this anger lately and I don't have no one to talk to. I'm afraid of killing someone who's just trying to help me.\*I start to...
012 - Oh! Even In The Grave! pt.04
Dying on a molecular level kind of sort of, then being alright again kind of sort of, in a manner of a seconds is a harrowing ordeal to put it mildly. Gor' and Ideas pop outside for a little while for a smoke, Butters tells them they'll just wait here....
An Interview with Paper_Paws
And i try to make my prose do what the project needs, rather than develop any one clear "style."
Vagrant (poem)
Exploring prose and such.
Delving Deep.
The striving, omniscient, self capitulating behemoth of inner resolve. To gaze upon its bald face is to see eternity itself. The ability to not merely confront any obstacle, but stare it down into dissolution. For within itself is the assuredness of...
The Procrastinators Dilemma
The sun looks sick and diseased in the backround, it's light a pale and ghastly yellow, spilling over the stark white piece of paper before me. I breathe a sigh of frustration. The pen is cold and slippery in my clammy palm, as if even it didn't want...
001 - 14/02/Forever
_The 14th stroke of Georgian's shortest_ _All I can do is wonder if you're doing it too?_ _Recreating snapshots of 8 years hence_ _In public transit daydreams, during the afternoon's hue_ _I must confess I time travel every single time_ _To the...
Eulogy to a Snail
Once upon a time a snail came with the Autumn rains. From where it came, no one knows, and for how long it stayed is known only to the eyes of light in the ceiling. Still, it must have come from somewhere pleasant, where it grasped and felt wet,...
So Good At It
My mother was not much of a talker. At least not a heavy one. A woman of few words and even fewer worries, she toiled away her day by reading books and writing her own. She never told me what was in it or why she wrote, only that she did and that one...
Place of the heart
#1 of poems a prose worth reading for those that are lovers of nature in metaphor my heart has a place that it calls home. a room that the blues skies are that rules the ceiling. where the floor is green, green, grass.
Fluffybutt Prose Poems: Vesrynn
#7 of fluffybutt prose poems my first dutch angel dragon as little known the act of universe-hopping is to mankind, angel dragons have made unfathomable leaps, inspiring some of them to consider it a duty.