Chapter 2
_70 years after the fall of the old hierarchy and coronation of Sherro lo Kempura Himora-Tan_...
The sounds of gentle snoring was coming from a room down the hall as a shadowy figure silently made its way closer to the room...
Character Development, Comedy, language
According to recent events the vertigo cannon had in fact been completed several months ago by the famous russian terrorist turmoil who had used the same kind of weapon while in attempt to take over megakat city.
Action, Adventure, Anthro, Bleach, Cat, Fanfiction, Feral, Mystery, Shingami, SwatKats, chance, jake
#3 of poetry and scribblings
time stands still,
almost like being paralyzed,
drowning in that sweet sensation,
letting myself being dragged down further,
into that endless lovingly turmoil,
the honey sweet taste,
of your lips
Emotion, Love, Poetry
#2 of poems and such
another poem by me about day to day turmoil.
seven days, another lie
breaks me down and makes me cry
i'd lie if i said i cared
no more, no less.
Poem
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besieged emotion,
conflicting in turmoil.
clouded skies above.
a wind filled torrent,
rending asunder what stood.
frantic waves of grass.
Poetry, Thoughts, confusion
Dear wolfe,
i wish you great turmoil and chaos for making me feel at home in your belly. you may think your mission is complete but it's far from over. i may just have to debrief you for your quick temper.
Forest, Rodent, Short, Vore (soft), Wolf, freedom
Little did she know that there was someone passing through the city who could sense a soul in turmoil, but with unique potential.
lily was 7 when a community of pandarens began to arrive to the city.
Draenei, Draenie, World of Warcraft
Calm, relaxed, complex,
filled with turmoil, angry,
depressing, sad, beautiful,
happy or disturbed.
sometimes their choices
are the total opposite of
what you would expect.
the happy preppy girl
shuns pop and prefers
metal.
Music, Poem, Poetry
Is deafening
we are lost inside our dreams
in our sleep we lie vulnerable
exposed to the knife of doubt
travelling through our minds
we cannot feel the force of madness
until it is too late
clarity is such a treasure
wade through the sea of turmoil
Poetry, chaos, life
My mind's in constant turmoil always twisting and turning, full of stories and poems,
but when it comes time to add it to the paper, the words don't come and my hand goes numb.
i'm tired of this writer's block.
Poetry, Spoken Word
I am sick of all the confusion and turmoil and suffering people have to endure because of the concept of race. race is a myth, another one of those big lies, a blanket term for a bunch of things people either don't understand or don't want to deal with.
Emotion, Hate, Philosophy, Real Life, Realistic, Thought Provoking