Fur real...
The world round the look of doubt they have, what they never realize is deafening to see with no sound i've noticed a sad lacking of such reasoning among friends i call fellow furs the fandom has at times, too much for me to stomach in crystal clear reflections
Confliction...
Confliction... The trigger pulled, the body lay where life once stood Evil actions gave peace to a being anything but good Hands shivered as eyes met with shocking relief Now to those only known by the bleeding would grief One life for another To...
Reflecting...
reflecting...
Reflection
How much hurt can a broken heart take? I really don't know I've never made a mistake. Our love for each other was so very strong, it covered distances from short to long. On my mind are the plans that we made, now vaporized as though hit...
Reflections
The detective turned his head to look at his reflection in the one-way mirror on the near wall.
Reflections
Dust swirled in the wind. It spun around, carrying a dry root ball across the sandy landscape. The sand was incredibly dry and formed beautiful shapes. But with the wind picking up slightly, the area would turn deadly. Every dinosaur knows that sand is...
Reflections
The reflection of moonlight on water was a majestic almost hypnotic sight, thought jake.
Reflections
As he approached, the silver reflection began to coalesce into an undulating reflection of the full moon, a friendly face that seemed to beckon him ever closer.
Reflected…
Looking at the past now, it feels fake We lived half honest for one another’s sake Not uncommon, not easy for most to admit Jus happy, after all the tears, we quit A lot of endings were made I’m sure, for each other, that sadness will fade It...
…reflecting…
Rude in the mirror, that only frowns Voices heard, are all past clowns Why, never answered, the place, never known I climb mountains strangers left, made from bone Percentage of people I knew, at the bottom, now lay still The...
Reflections
The feedback on Salazzle Dazzle has been stellar thus far, and... honestly, it's restored a lot of my faith in my own writing. Depression is an insidious curse; among other things, having done its damnedest to convince me my writing was amateurish...
When in Doubt
The moonlight reflected onto the ground, illuminating whatever it touched. it may have been night, but the moon provided enough light for any nocturnal creature to see.