Time seemed to slow for scott as his stomach clenched and a sickening sense of surreal disbelief took hold of his mind.
Blood, Death, Trenches, world war one
This was almost surreal. he was casually talking about spending money on me, someone he barely knew. but screw it. screw 'why?' if he was going to spend money on me, who was i to argue?
it would be nice to pretend someone cared.
Arctic Fox, Hyena, M/M, No-Yiff
#2 of wanderlust
wanderlust
chapter 2: planetfall
like all dreams and nightmares, the visions and images are surreal and immaterial. they are not copies of reality, but more caricatures of meaning from reality to the viewer.
Doe, Love, M/F, No-Yiff, Philosophy, Raccoon, Sci-Fi, Series, Sorrow, Violence (Not In Yiff)
Anyone save us from this mess
god have mercy on us and heaven bless
wounds so deep they never heal
confusion, love, hate, emotions thinly concealed
weapons and words sharply wield
pain so rich you just cease to feel
the lives you live all seem so surreal
Poetry
The room that Klein walked into was bare and white, like an empty vessel. There were two life-sized mannequins resting at its center, laying half on top of each other in a heap with strings folding down around them. As he approached them, the strings...
Atheism, Battle, Chameleon, Chess, Crustacean, Dancing, Fatalism, Fight Scene, Fish, Free Will, Lobster, Mammal, Philosophy, Religion, Reptile, Shifting, Skunk, Story Series, boxing, capoeira, combat, cult, existentialism, martial arts, surrealism
Dreams of wolf life, so vivid and surreal.
ask me; i tell you they were real.
hunting, prowling, eating, sleeping.
perfection! no need for weeping!
i was a pup, free and happy.
not a care in the world.
Innocence, Poem, Transformation
Until the end of their days - a set of sharp backswept horns, crowning a noble profile of a wedge-shaped head, broad shoulders, extending to a set of large, partially unfurled wings, a thick, armored tail, coiling around the figure... the entire scene felt surreal
Dragon, Introduction, No-Yiff
The spot he chose was a clearing in some open flatland, not far from a single isolated tree- not that he can well see it, it's a moonless night and the cosmic canopy melts so perfectly with the surreal dark all around him he feels he could jump and fall through
Rat, stars
Upon any other such eve, terrible beauty and preternatural surreal depth, he would retire amongst the snow drifts. unfortunately,
...tonight he follows the scent.
Cub, Dragon, Fantasy, Magic, No-Yiff, Story Series