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...
Untitled, probably...
Hallway of a spacecraft, lit only by red emergency lights Jamie: This is the last time I'll have it... Nora: Have what? Jamie: I don't know, it's hard to explain... Nora: Just try, this might be the last time I see you. J: There's a monster inside me....
Dark Author - Prologue
There were many books that lined what could only be a study, all of which untitled and plain.
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...
Untitled Poem 4
I've given you a piece of me In hope that you could set me free. I've shown you the real me That others rarely see. You think no less or worry About me being furry, And you can make me smile, Even in the darkest mile. You like this wolf for who...
Untitled Poem 3
Some say life is like a roller coaster ride, but I think that they've lied. The only direction is down and your only smile is a frown. But with the right people around The pain tends to die down.
Untitled Poem 2
The night is crisp and clear, Everything, I can hear. The wind blows through my fur, And brings smells from miles for sure. The moon is full tonight And is such a beautiful sight. The one night that I feel I belong Was what I've wanted all...
Crafting (Otherwise Untitled)
As the kobold's fingers rocked the noose back and forth her thoughts meandered through the absence of any remaining reasons for delay.
Ping (Otherwise Untitled)
The long forgotten beacon strained to muster another warning pulse from failing power cells, nearby debris anxious to remind passing ships of its presence with no such urgency.
Penmanship (Otherwise Untitled)
The pilot's handwriting got more harried as the air pressure dropped low enough to start impacting the pen's ability to lay down the words she'd forgotten to say.