Don't leave me...
"come back....please don't leave me"i looked down at my paws as more tears ran down my muzzle. nothing. he still heads towards the light. "say something! anything!
Poem #40: The Leaves
_the leaves_ the leaves are damp, but not cold; they feel as if they have been run under luke warm tap water. the smell of dew upon grass is found, like upon the morn. they curl as a paper in fire, only slower.
She's Leaving Home
#1 of musical muse a tale of one of the hardest things to do: leave home hello everyone, and welcome to my first story in my "musical muse" idea!
leave me be. poem
Look at me in my face. You fucking disgrace, your driving me away can't you see, But yet you continue to complain about everything. Without a reason to change anything. You talk of the world as if it owed you everything. That it done you wrong...
The Leaves of Fall: Prologue
#1 of the leaves of fall you've never really 'fit in' with the heavily divided ranchview high school crowd. jock, goth, prep, cheerleader, nerd...you were never any of these.
Maybe This Time
Hearing a beetle buzz by, come to inspect the acorns and leaves scattered about her short dress. all of them flitting sensations. meant to be briefly savored, not to last. with their leaving came a heightening of the chirpy music.
Hunting Death- Leaving Town
And finally leaving this town **leaving town** "so was what you said back there the truth? about that treaty thing?" "oh yes, that treaty does exist. it was a result of a lot of bloodshed over the rights of a wizard and the local citizenship.
JUXTAPOSITION Ch. 8 - Leaving
"why did you leave with the transport vehicle? why didn't you wait?" "because we did! mittens countered. "christ, you silly dog, we didn't leave you!
What You Leave Behind
Chance found himself in a dimension where mythical creatures rule the earth special thanks to https://earthstorm.sofurry.com/ for proof-reading still offering to take commissions for short tf stories - http://www.furaffinity.net/view/33808322/ **what you leave
Nala's Venture: Leaving the Pridelands
I can't believe that it's come to this, thought Nala as she looked out over the, for the most part, dead expanse of the once lush territory known as the Pridelands. The bones of Nala's sleek feline figure were visible on her more than a little gaunt...
Chapter 18: Don't Leave Me
Da, da-da, da-da pleeeeeeese don't leave me. pleeeeeeese don't leave me. i always say how i don't need you, but it always gonna come right back to this: please don't leave me!
hope leaves the territory living den
"poachers shooting at the birds" the pack says "everyone ready for the sneak attack on the poachers" i ask but get silence back until we see a flash of grey fur shoot past and leave the living den by the edge of the territory. "who was that?"