Chapter the Tenth: History
Under the wide and starry sky Dig the grave and let me lie. Glad did I live, and gladly die. and laid me down with a will. This be the verse you grave for me: _Here he lies where he longed to be; Home is the sailor, home from the...
Chapter the Eighth: Sojourn
_With my hair slicked back with Carrion Shellac; With the blood from a pheasant and the bone from a hare Tied to the branches of a roebuch stag Left to wave in the timber like a buck-shot flag, Go away you Rainsnout. Go blow your brains out, ...
Chapter the Fifth: Youth
Riadne sat cross cross-legged on a chair sipping water from a cup as the sun burned oppressively overhead. Her freedoms to run the property with her sisters had yet to be restored, and she pouted constantly that she was confined to the fenced in yard...
Chapter the Fourth: Ghosts
"Derek!" The small kit sat somberly staring at his father. Riadne called his name again, but he didn't even acknowledge hearing her. By now, she would have assumed her voice would become hoarse, but it didn't. It just swam hauntingly through the...
poem i did for school
Coming Out _I'm bisexual_ _I've faced many a strife in my life_ _The relationship wasn't sexual_ _It was musical_ _My dad treated me like shit_ _And I left because of it_ _Now I sit playing guitar_ _Wondering if I'll go far_ _I been insulted,...
Baxley meets Lyra
Baxley was in his feral form running from three hunters in the forest. He was alone and terrified at what the men hunting him might do. 'Crap, what have I gotten myself into this time', thought the black and white fox. Baxley kept on running, heck, it...
Who Coulda' Guessed? WIP!!!
So, long time for not writing anything worthwhile. Well, here I go. Its only slightly adjusted from the story from an actual event that occurred during one of my off weekends. A close friend from the north came and visited some family and I stole some...
Baxley's deal with Satan
Baxley sat on the roof of his house, looking up at the moon. He sighed and pulled his cloak around himself as some cold wind blew past. The black enjoyed these moments when he was alone to think. Baxley often would be throwing daggers at targets to...
Baxley and The Black Paw Chapter 1
Chapter: 1 Chicago, Illinois Baxley ducked within his crater from the gunfire of the enemy. He wore urban army fatigues with a black paw patch sewn on the right arm bicep of the jacket. The patch was outlined in purple while the paw itself was black....
just a little poem i did for Baxley
_I come and go as I please_ _I am a shadow_ _I don't just steal cheese_ _I'm well hidden in darkness_ _I'm well trained with a dagger_ _But the sword is longer_ _At long range I kill with an arrow_ _It goes through the bone marrow_ _I wear...
Baxley 5
Baxley sat in a tree near his new three- story house. He had a nonlethal arrow notched and wore a dark green cloak which concealed him very well in the trees. Baxley scanned the forest floor for any sign of his older brother's dark orange fur. He...
Baxley 4: A king is killed and a new beginning starts.
Baxley sat in living room of his two-story house he recently rented and furnished. He was sitting at his dinner table, sparkling champagne in paw, and looked over his supply of weapons. "Sword, daggers, bow and arrows, and medic pack", he said out...