A Song Best Left Untitled

I can't seem to get the feelings I have out of my head, about a certain little lady I know. And every day that we're apart, my love and longing for her seems to grow. Can't help but feel I made a mistake saying goodbye. Every time I think of her, it...

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Vacancies for Overseers (Otherwise Untitled)

~ The sun was embracing the horizon as Stallman was shaking the dust out from his tattered feathers on his departure from the foundry. Once he was done coughing up the day's dust and breeze, he glanced up to the sight of deep blue begining to smother...

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Paperwork and Curses (Otherwise Untitled)

~ The ferret stared with apathy mixed with a dash of impatience over her glasses, and sighed. "Sir, you'll need to complete that form before you can make a deposit." There were always customers, there had always been a process, and the two never seemed...

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Pirate Pig (Otherwise Untitled)

~ The salt spray of the ocean made it more difficult to make out the flags that the transport ship was flying, but it was a triffling matter. She was obviously lightly loaded by the way she rode the waves, which meant she carried high density wealth,...

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Sounds of Cooking (Otherwise Untitled)

~ The crisp sound of a freezer opened, the soft whump of the door closing. Subdued rustling of cardboard tearing, then shift of plastic slid across cardboard. Softly mumbled aloud reading of directions. ~ ~ Whuck-click, microwave door opens....

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Sinking Offer (Otherwise Untitled)

~ The approaching lakebed had a stillness to it, as Detective Clip flexed her shoulders and back to try and get a hand free of the cuffs that were holding them to her ankles behind her back. As she methodically tested each direction and force available...

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Untitled Poem 4

I've given you a piece of me In hope that you could set me free. I've shown you the real me That others rarely see. You think no less or worry About me being furry, And you can make me smile, Even in the darkest mile. You like this wolf for who...

Untitled Poem 3

Some say life is like a roller coaster ride, but I think that they've lied. The only direction is down and your only smile is a frown. But with the right people around The pain tends to die down.

Blood Warranty (Otherwise Untitled)

~ The mashed potatoes were rapidly running out of steam to rise, with what remained in the bowl. The family's dinner mostly dispensed out into their appropriate plates, with Kyle nodding along to the description of his daughter's school day. The gravy...

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Garlic Beans (Otherwise Untitled)

~ The fox leaned over from the pantry and towards the apartment's main room, "We've got black, red, turtle, kidney, somehow darker red, and lentil beans. And something called a split pea." ~ After a pause the ferret leaned out of the bathroom, damp...

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First Prayers (Otherwise Untitled)

~ With the first duty cycle of her first tour complete, Gloria rummaged through the top drawer in her modest living quarters. The notebook carefully wrapped in a prayer rug was tucked away right where she'd safely stowed it. She knew of the teachings...

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Caladar's Manifesto

**untitled journal entry** something new happening. can feel (see?) sparks under and through my fingers. hard to write. a thousand thoughts for every word. kobolds looking at me, even when they're asleep.

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