Suicide is the key to life!
Essentially the rantings of a newly clear headed furry: Suicide. It's the key to life. Dont misunderstand, the meaning of life, I think, is for it to be lived. In christianity, suicide is a sin, why? Because it negates the purpose of life,...
Why is it all so hard?
Why is it all so hard? Am I that different? Or just insane? No. It can't be that simple. Why are people so quick to judge? Are they so empty? Or just angry? No. They are people too. I create my own problems. All your problems are in...
One Chance Part 1
A store alarm sounds as three young men rush through the door rushing down the street as the store owner runs out yelling and pointing as the three rush around the corner shortly followed by the sounds of police sirens. Two of them make it into an...
Second Chances & New Beginnings: Chapter Eight
Once we dropped Vivian and most of the things that we'd purchased while out shopping, and changed me into a clean and dry diaper, Jack headed for the nearby police precinct with a me dozing in my seat hugging my new Stripes close to my chest. It had...
Snowscape
I stood inside my house, looking outside my window. My orange fur contrasting with the black stripes as my tail lashed back and fourth, watching the world from my window, almost if it was a separate world entirely, something that did not exist within...
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Tired
Tired Copyright Pyrin1701 Just some thoughts about life, the universe any everything, and how pointless love is. Why should I care? Everywhere I look, I see people being selfish. I see people getting what they want. I see the beautiful...
Don Quixote Complex
I have heard a dying man sing out his last breath I have eaten fire, and drunk water I have watched our world be devoured, mountains, oceans, and all I have fought a great many battles with naught but words I have seen the face of unspeakable...
Second Chances & New Beginnings: Chapter Four
"Where's my beer you little brat?" I shivered at that voice as my father rambled around the house looking for his beer. I tried to hide in my closet, the flimsy door of the closet offered little protection for me as I hid, trying not to cry. "Dad," I...
Sentinel
I have lost touch with a good friend who lived in the path of the monster super cell that wiped across the face of the United States these past two weeks. (End of October 2010) I have yet to hear back that she is ok, but I will continue to hope for the...
Parasitic
At the base of an ancient oak, the highest branches of which were obscured by the evening, Adam awaited his judgement. He lay on his belly with his paws crossed, as he'd seen cats do sometimes. He appeared calm on the outside, as he intended, although...
Haiku Who?
For those that dont know, a haiku is said to have 3 lines, of 5, 7, and 5 syllables. While japanese language has more traditional rules applying to haiku as well, I dont know enough about moras to attempt a more accurate description. Visit your local...