Untitled Poem
The only demon here is me, For I am a werewolf you see. Don't pat my head, don't scratch my back, I'm not a pet, I'll make you my snack. I am far from mild, My true nature is absolutely wild. I have hunted, I have killed, Gallons of blood, I...
Untitled Poem
My flame low, frail as foam, We made a change of hateful acreage, Bitter course which I was bound To: trim the wick or quench the embers, Quick to cut the candle down And I would be your psychopomp And you would be my ward And I...
Untitled Poem
We crawl through moist humus like millipedes, Feasting on dirt and dead, crumbling leaves While striped skies cycle through violet hues, While time's kisses take the shape of a bruise. Endeavors wear the warmer years away, Reduced at last to...
Dark Author - Prologue
There were many books that lined what could only be a study, all of which untitled and plain.
Detention (Otherwise Untitled)
~ The phoenix could see two things in her cell that were quite out of the ordinary. Remaining persistently in her line of view was the duct tape haphazardly around her beak, sealing it shut. The other matter was also heard, as the naked wolf sat a few...
Pop (Otherwise Untitled)
~ In the rumbling din of the theater, the squirrel first noticed when her popcorn seemed damp. After a pause in the action, when the characters tumbled into a well lit room to express their feelings and goals to each other, she looked down to find a...
Paperwork (Otherwise Untitled)
~ The length of the room was a broad expanse of silence and dark, while the gryphon quietly reckoned that the floor was a great deal harder than it had been the moment before the net had arrived atop him. He struggled somewhat, and felt the soft...
Coffee. (Otherwise Untitled)
~ Victoria leaned back in her chair, seated at the kitchen counter. This was no time for delays such as walking into the kitchen or strolling to dining room. She had quite reasonably sat herself down right in front of the action. The coffee maker...
Not Grapes (Otherwise Untitled)
~ The fox stood alone in his kitchen, consoled by the dull rattle of the refrigerator straining to moan back to life. The partially complete sandwich on the counter seemed to mock him, as he again took inventory of the contents. ~ "Tomato.. grilled...
Conclusions (Otherwise Untitled)
~ The Synth could only hear what was felt amongst the frame of the ship and up through their seat. It was difficult to see much of the controls or what was left of the cockpit over the flames and glow of metal being abraded from portions of the ship. A...
Untitled - Prologue (WIP?)
**_Prologue_** "Where am I?" That was the first thought of the creature lying in the forest, laying about amongst the throngs of branches that lined the thick brush. The air had a biting cold to it, almost like a thousand needles piercing its fur...
untitled (so far)
\*\*A/N: i really don't know what to call this one. it's actually based off a conversation my pup and i had one night. i'm callng it clean because there isn't really anything descriptive in it. yes, he is a creeper, i love him for it. this is extreamly...