Old Home
#1 of old home series there's something naturally eerie about the desert--games like parasite eve 2, fallout: new vegas, and desert nightmare have taught me that.
The Old Days
“So tell me Buck, how do you and Sam know each other?" Ryan asked as we drove down the highway towards Austin. “That, my furry friend, is a long story." “Think you could tell me." “I don't think you'd want to hear it." “Were still a good half-hour...
Rewind
With that, I heard a small clank, which told me that it was ready. I hit a button on the side which rendered the whirring and static that only proved my observation. With the chamber idle, I encircled it to admire my work. I could have cried...
Journey to the North or "Fernando"
_Time can almost be forgotten when you travel for long periods. The days meld together seamlessly as you go._ Fernando was used to this feeling and had been alone for a good portion of his life. As far as he knew, it was Year 487 of the Age (an Age...
Longing For You
**_The Pearl White Moon The Perfect Little Tune The Sound of My Heart Beating The Hope This Moment Won't Be Fleeting For My Love I Long For Forever I Have Long Had To Endeavor _** **_The Pain This World Has Shown Me So Long I Have Been Lost...
dog detective story...(old..lil long...srry...)
Kind of old fashion, but that's part of what gave it its charm, great food and nice people didn't hurt either. plus, it was frequented often by other walking, talking animals, but seeing as the owners were one too, i wasn't surprised.
The Old Ways
I hope you enjoy anyway :3 the old ways by zatarra l. vulpe the trailer wasn't particularly large. there was an off brown carpeted floor, kept clean if a little ratty.
Chapter 1: A Life of Slavery and Blood
I'm an old combat trainer who was sold to this bloody shit hole to ensure runts like you don't die in a matter of seconds."
Otis: Requiem in Dmin.
Short story about unfinished words and grief.... and old gay men. there lives an experienced, aged buck. an artist, a poet, a last of his kind lost to his mind.
Old Threats Renewed
Juno smiled and took scarlon's hand, giving the back of it a kiss like an old world gentleman. my mate had decided on sarah as a name to use in her human form, and i had to admit, she did look like a sarah.
The Empty Plate
This is an old poem i wrote back in 2017 for a poetry contest. i didn't come close to winning i'm pretty sure and i've never really posted this before so i thought i would now.
These Old Bones
As the old wolf closed his eyes edge gave his a gentle pet and kissed his head. “goodbye old friend."