Power
From a darker time, here is an edited snippet in a short story. let me know what you think as i am considering writing more like this.
The Dragons of Smaller Dens
What is depicted here is just a snippet of what i imagined when i thought of the poverty that might exist in such a world. in summary, it's a short poem i pulled out of my ass once upon a midnight dreary. enjoy.
Untitled Poem
Had snippets of this bouncing around in my head for a while. finally was able to get it down.
Story Snippet - Alice's Ascention
#10 of waltman's women story snippet from waltman's women. © 2012-2023 r.j. dobbs as registered with the us copyright office. duplication or use of this material without express permission is prohibited except as permitted by law.
Story Snippet - Welcoming Waltman
#1 of waltman's women story snippet from waltman's women. © 2012-2023 r.j. dobbs as registered with the us copyright office. duplication or use of this material without express permission is prohibited except as permitted by law.
Rain in The meadows (Twokinds snippet)
The lioness darted through the woods, feeling her knapsack beat against her back with every loose step in the mud. The roof of wet leaves flew by overhead, large droplets lighting up in the pale glow of her lamp before landing under her...
Roselyn's Letter (Twokinds snippet)
Wrote this at the spur of the moment, based off a recent sketch. Was always a fan of the darker aspects of Twokinds, so I naturally liked this sketch a lot. Hope you like it too.
Story Snippet - Husbandly Hobbies
#15 of waltman's women story snippet from waltman's women. © 2012-2023 r.j. dobbs as registered with the us copyright office. duplication or use of this material without express permission is prohibited except as permitted by law.
A Cold Night
#1 of warm-up pieces slowly working myself up back into writing, this was meant to be a snippet to evoke an emotion without any context to guide it. screaming, her lungs burning as her voice rung out down the streets.
A Tale of Two Tails
Fa: lonelycaon came to visit me here in the us, so, at the end of his visit, he asked me to write a short snippet in his art book. how could i refuse such a request?
slutever: a found poem of her words
I often feel like the entirety of human experience could be expressed as a hodge-podge of electromagnetic energy charging through our bodies and sometimes, when im super lucky, my spinal cord decides to pick up a snippet of static and i listen
Hold On
Anyways, enjoy this little snippet.. or don't.. what do i care? whimpers and pretends to cry. seriously though, tell me how much it sucks: it's appreciated. [edit it now has a title with special thanks to my friend kader.