*Poem* Species Dysphoria I
#1 of poetry free-form, photo-poem about humans and their ways. * * * species dysphoria i the consumer * * * |  |  | !
The Sincerest Form
Boko's lair had been unlike anything that Klein had ever seen. They'd gone down through a trapdoor in the forest floor and climbed down a ladder into a large, open, cube-shaped room underground. Inside, there had been stairs on the floor, but also...
The Chronical'ers Journal part 2
Chapter: 2 awakening 4.730 b.u the duchys have formed long lasting traditions each with their own rules and laws. slowly but surely schuppenstadt developed into a propper and hospitable city of fame and glory.
Origin of the Plushie Form
Then, i changed myself using the card i generated, called plushie form at the time.
*poem* Just...now
THIS POEM HAS THE PROPERTIES EXISTENCE WOULD HAVE IF DEATH HAD NOT EXISTED IF TIME ARRIVED AND DIDN'T PASS LIKE A LIQUID, IT WOULD OCCUPY ALL EVERY DIFFERENCE WOULD EXIST AND CARRY ON AS TRUTH ALL OPPOSITES COLLAPSE AND EVERY EXCEPTION BECOME...
A new team is formed.
Chaoter Two of my story... Most of it at least. Over the weekend i will post a mini-chapter that concludes Ian's short time in Beta before his first adventure within this varied new group. _Right back at the start._ he thought to himself as he...
* Poem* Species Dysphoria II
#3 of poetry the second entry in my series of free-form photo-poetry, all about humans and their strange little ways. * * * species dysphoria ii segregation * * * | !
extinction log
Upon further experimentation transforming gel formed nutrients into a tangible solid form is possible. he knows he did wrong preforming his testing but the result may be beneficial. 61230.166.60.60 entry eleven by zertan and sean.
Fuzzy Form
**-- fuzzy form --** unblinking eyes greet upon entry, the smirk - perpetual. the head sits alone, its body hidden behind closet doors until the time to don comes. a hood of black creates shadows of gray.
Chapter 33: Virtuous and the Virtuous Palace.
"why aren't you in your solo form, fellow wishi?" "i, erm, wanted to re-remain in this form, in case those gyarados intervene at night." "but they—" "sir, i wanted to ask you something!" larry exclaims.
The First Cracks Form
Another Sunday night descends upon the land. Seven days since the last. The very day after Nightmare Night. I was present in Ponyville last year to grace the home of my beloved...
Published form of Untouchable
The green and prismatic wisps flew from my hand into jeb but the only definition that returned formed a shadowy outline with a jagged crack of clarity showing chestnut hair and a hazel eye.