50 Words
A special thanks to brian silverfang who gave a word towards this project and the other people who helped as well. **50 words** 1.
Chapter 3: What's in a Word
"ah, yes, perhaps..." the ungulate nodded to himself, a word coming to his decision. another string of strange phrases uttered out from the pig's snout as he held the ring aloft once more, with a final, clear word at the end. "...'
Broken Words: Chapter 8
The words that came out of her mouth though, were concise and with the perfect meaning; she was one of those rare people who could use big words and really knew what they meant.
Broken Words: Chapter 9
Fighting what he really wanted to feel at those words, he rubbed the back his neck, sinking deeper towards the back of his chair. francis had ditched him for a girl?
Broken Words: Chapter 14
The words seemed to flow from his mouth with grace and meaning like they were the very words he'd been meaning to say the whole time they'd been hiding in the car. "what happened?"
Words on a paper….
The further you delve, the harder it becomes to breathe, one soul suffocating on the thick smog of ambiguity. Every breath you take, slowly kills you, destroying your organs aging your body wearing away at your mettle. So it seems the only way to be...
Broken Words: Chapter 11
#11 of broken words **chapter 11** not much had changed in his life in reality, but he still felt like he had nothing real left in it.
A Six Word Story
She survived her stroke. He didn't.
Those Three Words, (Part 2)
Later on that day we were in the local park siting on the bench looking at the lake near by and talking to each other again I could smell the sweet scents of spring flowing through the air, Cherry Blossims, Blue Bells and all sorts of spring flowers...
Sweet Words
Whisper me these sweet words my love.
Words: Prologue
#1 of words words prologue author's note: this one's a bit different take on my usual stuff, with a bit more fantasy to it. i got the idea from playing 'myst', really... books that can take the person to another world, literally.
Word Doodle
My words bite through sleet like the storm i am everlasting my life has open wounds wearily i will not end here i know i have to keep holding on, my time is almost in reach even if the man in the moon dissapeared it won't be