All the air
was turning gold translucent, like the film
of antique movies all in shades of brown
as if shot through a lens of topaz carved.
somewhere night was coming.
Epic, Iambic pentameter, Poetry, blank verse
We met two travelers to an antique land.
across the haunted stars they came in search--
while newly mated, newly hand in hand--
of shattered remnant visage in the dirt.
Iambic pentameter, Poetry, Voice of dog, sonnet
Ensalder threw an antique vase across the room, then a table, then another precious object once sought of by the original owner, before he let out a frustrated groan. he was angry, and he knew it.
Canine, Demon, End, Entity, Evil, Rage, Villain, epilogue, hellhound
A soft whipping sounded in his ears, his eyes snapping open to the wooden blades of an antique fan.
Anthro, Fantasy, Modern, Other
"such an antiquated term. but yes, i run this place." geraden smiled, the creases by his eyes folding in remembrance of many smiles past.
Character Development, Diapers, Ferret, Mouse, Plot Development, Rabbit, Realistic, Story Progression, Story Series, Wolf
The sun slowly hides behind the mountains when i slowly close my eyes and rest on kouya's shoulders while he continues playing his antique guitar.
Bear, Cat, Dragon, Drama, Family, Fanfiction, Gay, HumanXFurry, Hurt/Comfort, Husky, Juuichi, Kyouji, Labrador, Lion, Love, M/M, OC, Romance, Shun, Soutarou, Summer, Tanuki, Tiger, Wolf, kounosuke, kouya, morenatsu, shin, tatsuki, torahiko, vacation
She lifted an eyebrow curiously, punching in the total to the old antique till that she used, bronze keys worn and shiny with use. "well are you going to tell me, your dear friend or will i have to hold your coffee ransom."
Badger, Cervine, Character Development, Deer
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**fragments of life's heart - transitions**
**by mog moogle**
freya dragged the heavy antique steamer trunk from her closet. it slid across the shag carpeting of her bedroom as she tugged on the handle.
Clean, Otter, Preview, Publication, Transgender, anthology, teaser
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i collapsed down into the leather chair in the antique store when i felt it, although i suppose that couldn't feel might be a better way to explain it.
M/M, Suspense, Wolf
The front door was antique brass and iron with some sort of gargoyles carved into the metal. rather than use the large knockers held in the gargoyles mouths, he pulled open the door and walked in.
Feline, Paranormal, Violence