Poem #62: Colors Deep
Blissfulness wistfullness and glee let the black tar carpets roll underneath my feet of lead and acid rains of fire rain down on my cloudy head i feel the black ink flow through my veins understand the music lies in me softly wriggling writhing deep
Deep waters (commission for Zaffre)
Will he push me deep or make it shallow? has the induction started already? is this his hypnovoice?
Chapter 1- Cutting Deep
Well guys, this is a new story that I wanted to try. Please let me know what you think! Enjoy! Chapter One- Here we go again. That was my first thought when I made my way to the parking lot. This wasn't my first fight, no there have been many...
Nether Encyclopaedia: Deep Ones
Traditions:- deep shells have no traditions whatsoever.
Deep Space - Chapter 7, Unfortunate
deep down, they knew it. roper was right. the chances of survival after banishment were unlikely, and the one glimmer of hope i had, being launched down to biocrate, was probably an illusion.
Deep Space - Chapter 4, Logic
There's a small pocket right over here," he pointed to an area in the middle of a deep land mass, "where the magnetic fields act as a sort of... shield.
Deep Space - Chapter 3, Humanity
We had been heading in a straight line for nearly three hours, now. The forests had gotten thicker, and thicker, and thicker still, until the fog began to recede, an hour and a half ago. Then, five minutes ago, we stepped out of the foliage, and found...
Deep Space - Chapter 2, Vrounc
It's voice was rough, deep, and throatle, as if the creature was speaking from deep within it's lungs and aspaghagus. "... we are anthrans." [alpha] "anthruns? anthruns? very strange creature indeed, be you." "how do you speak our language?"
Deep Space - Chapter 1, The Infinatum
Space is deep and infinite, and the chances of a hitting a planet before everyone you knew and loved has died are almost nil. although, rules state that if you manage to come back, you're given a second chance.
A Bronze Rising: Mercy and Deep thoughts
The human trapped between my forelegs stank with the fear of his imminent demise - as well as other even less pleasant bodily secretions. Everything in my nature told me to end his life and then promptly devour him; I had been out hunting after all and...
Cold Blood 11: Cut Deep
Of cold blood cold blood a story by **onyx tao** [ this story is licensed under the creative commons attribution noncommercial share alike 3.0 license © 2008 by onyx tao all rights reserved ](%5c) chapter eleven cut deep
Black Meridian 01: Ankle Deep
In the distance the massive hooves crashed like war drums, thudding against the ground with a deep earthly rhythm. "get yer boots on fletch, right now." thume snapped.