Autumn's Memories - short poem
As the leaves change their color, to begin falling from the branches, they bring to life our youth, and our years of constant play.
Through A Glass Darkly - 5
The youth lying on it twisted his head around to look at her. his eyes were wide and terrified. his muzzle had been bound shut, and there were marks around all four ankles where the chains held him.
He who passed the Proving grounds
Before the wonderstruck eyes of the blonde youth three crystalline pillars rose up from where the original stone monuments once stood.
New Beginnings...
The youth that she held against her front stirred in his fasteners made from their old bedding; that kept him against her breasts and stomach....
Pretty Stories for Ugly Children #3
He watches with malicious pleasure, she'll never notice only interested in clothes bags and hats he in legs breasts and youth she'll just swill her wine and scorpion stuff serves her right.
Amber Scenery
Invigorating amber art returns the sense of endless youth. a timeless beauty caught in sway of wind's caress upon my cheeks.
Spiral Nebula - Chapter 4
While the homeless youth attempted to drink some of the blood that spilled in the dusty road. two of the lizards who ripped apart the animal took notice, and hissed at the starving youth.
Part One: Verdigris
It was a mystery to the youths, and if history had ever proven a thing, it was that youths often make the best detectives. one youth, in particular, was much more vested in this mystery than the others.
Gray's Felt
That was the only way to describe the way the dragon-man felt as he listened to the youth next to him prattle on about the small nuances that separates weapon synthesis from true alchemy. not that he cared, really. magic. mana. alchemy.
CinderWereFox (Prologue)
The silver-eyed youth looked back worriedly, but wasn't sure of the way, and he followed the fox with apprehension.
Of Flame and Frost: Prologue
Pained screams added to the cacophony, the very sound of these shrill cries chilling the youth more than the feel of the cold mist. he felt as if his long raven hair would turn a stark white from fear.
Looking Back Over The Years - An Intro
#1 of in the days of my youth looking back now, over the precious few years that were my more youthful days, i have come to understand many truths that i had not realized then.