A Year
It's been a year since I saw you last. How has time gone by so fast? A year to the day, You were no longer OK. There hasn't been a day that's gone by Where I've looked over and expected you by my side. Your cage, now clean, still sits upon its...
truth about Michael's fellings
loss of friends, loss of hope, no truth. a face, a nose, fire breath. rebels hope, an empires might, all my game.
Black and White
We all deal with loss and heartache differently, there is no time limit on sorrow or grief. some wounds are eternal, no amount of support and time will heal them, as much as we might wish they would.
Alone
How can i search for something that doesn't exist when the weight of this loss gently touches the lips that he kissed? how am i to find that which i so desperately desire when i lock myself away and never dare say that i love?
You promised.... (Teaser)
_AUTHORS NOTE: This is my first real attempt at a story in several years. I AM planning on continuing this. I am working on it as we speak. I posted this simply as a teaser, or fishing for opinions and reviews. I am also looking for...
Your Loss Not Mine
Hope for your sake that its my loss.
TLOS legend of the black dragon chapter 17 childhood memories
_This is to give you guys a little bit more insight in the situation of Georga and what Oxidus used to be. It was a lot of fun to write as I like these childlike things. But also that scene in the end was very nice._ **The Legend of Spyro** **Legend...
A Feathered Wit
Daylight shines down through rustling branches, filling the forest with warm, tinted light. The trees here feel truly ancient, untouched by loggers' axes or seasonal fires. Looking up toward the distant branches makes you feel tiny by comparison. This...
Game Over Chapter 3 Black Knight
Chapter 3 Black Knight This was bad, with less than half his B.E left he wouldn't survive another attack. He needed to find a way to cripple him and fast if he stood a chance. There was no way in hell that he was falling down into that dark abyss...
Gone (chapter 1)
He was at a loss for anything except for the feeling of absolute emptiness. if he could've cried he would've likely turned into a blastoise. he felt like breaking down and doing just that but he couldn't do it.
Epilogue: A Short Story
#9 of different one of two short epilogues i wrote for different, both dealing with the concept of grief and loss. the sun blazed in the vivid blue sky, without a single cloud in sight.
Love's Labour's Won
A play of pure futility! We speak our parts as automatons, Emotions leaked from slits under our eyes To drain in tiny pools on ruined carpet, Stains of neverwas, and neverwill. A blocking so contrite we scoff in rhythm And sweep our hands in...