Sharpen Sticks
#4 of po-eems very much inspired by the tank girl comics by alan martin and jamie hewlett. i remember writing this after reading "the royal escape."
Love Lost, Chapter 2b: Mirages, concluded.
Welcome to zein po--" "i want to emancipate my pokemon."
Beautiful
#1 of po-eems hastily scribbled one day at work some months ago. completely forgot it until now.
The Stories
_"vse schastlivyye sem'i pokhozhi drug na druga; kazhdaya neschastlivaya sem'ya neschastliva po-svoyemu.
Pokemons Gift Chapter 2: A new beginning
It didn't seem like the po-" "pokemon for you? i suppose not. they're usually for experienced trainers unlike you. may i make a suggestion?" "please do." ark said through gritted teeth.
Sylph
#3 of po-eems written this past summer. sylph it's only the wind... bodiless in flight, immaterial in falling beautiful to behold yet equally appalling from what titanic loins did you children spring?
Initiation
Ihre pranke strich langsam seinen rücken entlang bis zu seinem po, zupfte dort an dem stoff seiner unterhose und ließ eine kralle unter diese gleiten. das gefühl ihrer kralle an dieser zone ließ ihn schwer einatmen.
Supression totale
Jeff hardy marcha alors lentement jusqu’au dragon et fit mine de commencer à parler, et sans prévenir, donne un puissant coup de poing en plein dans le museau. soly bougea à peine. les gens du public poussèrent un cri d’étonnement.
Day 4
Damn, never heard that line before, although it had its appeal, right to the po-, "hey, what?" i protested as she grew insistent and started to disrobe me. "look, i am a doctor ok, i have seen it all before.
Companionship
“master po is taking care of me tonight.” he blinked, considering. “i’m not sure i…” “grasshopper?” still no recognition. “i’m taking it from the old tv series of _kung fu._ master po referred to his young initiate by the term ‘grasshopper.’
There's No Way, Chapter 36
“po-tay-to, po-tah-to. or, as shakespeare said, 'a rose by any other name'. michael lunged at the shadowy figure only to have it once again stay a few feet away from him. once again, it laughed.
Festive Preparations
po, being the simple combination of mint leaves boiled in reindeer blood. placing the cup back down, the little fox wiped his muzzle; smearing a crimson stain across his white-furred chin.