Alexander Bio/Backround
There are no children in purgatory in the beginning,so the inhabitants slowly begin to die out,slowly become just a fable....all hope seems at a loss. then a miracle happens. a child is born,the very first since purgatory's creation.
The Wolves of Gryning: Chapter 12
Surely you have some understanding of these fables. and while each in turn is worth studying, it is the wolves that we speak of now, for their fables have much of the real truth in them.
Fluffybutt Prose Poems: Jen
Her ode is the fabled "raindrop jingle," although lemon drops and gum drops have yet to join her repertoire. perhaps, one day, when she upgrades her snowflock, we will see drops of all flavors diving alongside the frosting.
The Taur
"grandpa was reading me this ancient geek fable and i thought it would be really neat to find one... so i did. his name is arius." "greek," the minotaur muttered to himself, "and it was history not a fable. how i hate children." "just like that?"
The Taur
"grandpa was reading me this ancient geek fable, and i thought it would be really neat to find one... so i did. his name is arius." "greek," the minotaur muttered to himself, "and it was history not a fable. how i hate children." "just like that?"
Furry Fables for Fun Furs: The rich and the sly
#2 of furry fables for fun furs never trust a stranger without taking great caution there once was a lemur, innocent, kind and, yet, sadly naive. his name was barten, and he was rather wealthy, having inherited his wealth.
Poem #3: Yearn
I can touch words that i can spin i think my heart is on fire i seek my desired face which every day i will see the body that i can hold live with every single day the beating of the heart the mating song is sung from a popular fable
How Many Bears DId That? (silly poem)
Bee's honey ten were the bears that passed on the moral fable of mr. bee's honey but to this day, we still do wonder... yes we do still dare to ponder... is mr. bee still nameless and friendless? is mr.
Diary of a Slave
During that fabled time, everyone who is 'not worthy' gets taken away to an another world. and wouldn't you know it, i was one of the unfortunate victims. i still remember that ghastly feeling as i stared at the glowing entity in front of me.
Three Mile Island
I, in the glow of my digital altar, while you do dream intricate fables that spiral down and into fantasy; i, in the glow of my world unreal do want to reach beneath your heart and enter in to vistas brillig. oh, curse these mortal forms!
Remove the Head
And we do nod and agree in word, but then in deed we transgress entire-- until we find our backs on brick and see the truth in callous coldness, but that our victim, left to cogitate inside a cardboard moving crate is now but a fable for our detective
Thirteen Takes From Another World: Tenth Tale
"fabled city of the mice!" dulcina shouted. "it's an absolute paradise! there are no predators!" "almost unlimited food!" heracles added. "plenty of trees and root systems to make a home in!"