A Soft and Cuddly Night
It felt... fuzzy? curiously, he brought his hand to the light and cried out "what the..?!?" covering his hand was what he thought was short gold fur.
Move-meant...
I think back at my sickness, & how i seem to have found a cure deleted from my past i think now, i've found something that can truly last hopeful hidden unknowns won't stop us for more than a thought i rest easy feeling all the worries & fears become fuzzy
One action, thousand words
The life passes by everyone has fun and do not see that i am upon my knee first when i cry and fall they begin to make call giving advice, no action it turns me into fraction only my shadow feel that i begin to keel somehow "i'm dead" fuzzy
Paw Prints In The Snow
#1 of poetry written in loving memory of a fuzzy companion put to sleep after a full life.
Lost Temple
The only other thing in this large chamber clearly built with him in mind is a little fuzzy creature with a few tails behind her back and a long robe of some sort.
Dragon Haiku: Storms of Old
Wingbeats of beasts much larger screeching into towns gral the imposing could spray more lightning than this trifle of a storm homes floated away in the aftermath of oun the bringer of floods time makes memory fuzzy and so man gets complacent
One Last Summer
Her fur was still light and fuzzy, but i could already see the splotchy pattern emerging across her skin. "yeah..._dairy_ cows," i said. i thought i'd gotten off lucky. sure, i had an udder, but i wasn't having trouble speaking.
MoonDust, Chapter 5
The fuzzy little ground squirrel squeezed off shot after near-perfect shot, seemingly without any effort, and imogene's ears went limp with chagrin.
Ander - Part 4: Subchapter 41
Banno backed up and jitters came after, clomping along on those big, fuzzy hooves.
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If you enjoy the story, since it's, well, free to own forever (until the 26th), all i ask is a fuzzy review to help me on this journey.
Some’it...
It's been a long time, so long, the outcomes became fuzzy in my mind... no shadows left to play in the corner of tiring eyes, only echoes come & go, some bad, some kind...
Idk...honestly...
Not-so-great always near, waiting among the shadows, reflections easily able to hide each beast morning til night, i look for relief, even among the daylight such sensations outgoing the puzzling part, is, in some ways, it's forgettably knowing mind fuzzy