Minds: "Prologue"
The most important of logs and journal entries being meaningless scribbles in the end. if no one has their mind, and everyone is the same, does that make a new earth? what makes a human? what separates him from an animal? special function.
Evan and Riley's dinner date
Rich scribbled some things down on his notepad and said, "alright, i'll have that right out. oh, and by the way, you two make a great couple." and with that, rich walked away. the couple blushed at that comment.
Happy New Years Mikey
It was a terribly drawn picture of foxy in front of pirate's cove with the words; my hero, scribbled on the bottom. "they took it down after you were shut down." mike said, while foxy was busy processing what he was looking at.
Kathrin's Specialty Outfitters: part 2
Kathrin scribbled down some notes about that, adding adjustments to the original measurements of the chest.
Dovetail
A hair-brained looking rodent clutched to a clipboard bathed in erratic scribbles that looked, to the wolfess, illegible. with a quavering, squeaky voice befitting to a mouse, he addressed her. "sapphire, we have chosen your place.
"Mushroom Magica"
When i woke up this morning, this poem was sitting on the chair next to my bed, scribbled hastily like i had to get it out. i decided that it didn't look too bad, so i might as well post it here.
Chapter 7- Crumble
She had a notebook on her chest with some words scribbled in it. the feline had tried writing a song to get her emotions out, but she was always really bad at that. another failed experiment. the cat looked at her watch; it was 5 in the morning.
Don't Worry I'm A Professional (Sample)
The fox scribbled down the order on his pad as he turned and walked towards the bar, leaving jason to scan the room for that wolf...
*POEM* And Suddenly
Here i am, scribbling away because i started to think about it but shortly, i'll lean back into my chair and think about what i have written (one hour and fifteen later) in a way, it doesn't matter what i have written the only important thing is to write
Culling the Fold
#2 of scribbles a narrative poem, or a prose poem, or a meditation on the end. culling the fold and god looked down upon the face of the world which they had created so long ago. in their absence it had changed, and yea, it displeased them greatly.
Colour me Speechless
Another scribble "you didn't ask, and you didn't tell me either hey." scribble, scribble, scribble "bra you can call it whenever you want. i'm just asking if you wanna chill sometime somewhere.
Revaramek the Resplendent: Chapter Twenty Eight
With the red stick, he scribbled that one out completely. he traced an inked line with a single finger. his humming grew louder, the melody he hummed an old one, urgent and sometimes angry.