Living as a Skunk: chapter eight.1
who knows how far this could spread, the country, the continent, the world! would the governments even be able to stop it? should they? this quandry raises so many questions. i...i don't even know what to do.
Musings of a Rat: Pas de Deux
Journal entry 40 i finanly have a moment of peace, who knows how long it will last out here. i can't help thinking that this thing with zeke will only lead to pain, as to whose i do not know.
entry 13
And who knows? maybe we'll be able to make this strange little relationship between the three of us work somehow.
Calling (Poem)
Note to those who know how to write poetry: i'm not sure how to work with this enough so that it's accurate, i added a few bits of punctuation in areas i felt needed them. please correct me via comment or private message if you know it's wrong!
Coach Dynamics
"who knows!" "but you dreamt about that!" "i forgot, they were very pretty with with rainbows." tom shook his head, still laughing. "oh well, at least you warned us of a potential catastrophe."
Inferno High - Chapter 8
And who knows if his parents would really get mad or not. maybe they'd give up on the anti-gay thing if their son was gay.
i pod love part 3
I give him the collar and he dashes to who knows where. ruby disappears off the roof leaving tails to pack up the memories. once 7th period ends i explain to samantha what's going to happen with cream. she isn't happy she can't kill the rabbit.
find my way
knows nothing cause i know a few things about love hate and things so i hoped you enjoyed this poem ^.^ i'm sitting all alone, with tears that start to fall.
Ode to Family and Friends
This is to show my sincere love and appreciation for those who i know or who know me. ode to family and friends. by carl blessing/murphy slaugh to all my family and friends, whether human or of fur. i love you so very much.
The Struggle Within
who knows what powers he could gave, telekinesis, lightning bolt, shadow ball, and he's just an eevee! can you imagine if he evolved?" "too bad there's no other way to get rid of him other then this.
Figments of My Reality (Poetry)
who knows. i escape to the less practical, the majestic, the fantastical. why? because i can't be bothered there. who can interrupt my dreams then? no one. no one but me. i can get in my own way.
The Mind Spiders
who knows what i'd see, clinging to my head; a horrid beast of octants, fangs dripping red. i don't wish to know, for it's the spider i fear.