true feelings
#3 of the closest of friends hey everyone, hope you all enjoy this here story, it's only short but i put a lot of feeling into it. just remember to r&r plz, thnx.
Chapter 1: A Strange Feeling
"ben, this feels... unusual. it feels like a part of me that went missing long ago. i've never felt this way before." the ranger shook her head and went back to staring at the thunderclouds.
Prologue - Feelings to the End
I wonder why, but i have this bad feeling again, a feeling i'd rather forget and never feel again.
Never Remember Me
Strong stuff, don't read any further than the ninth stanza (not including italicized lines in between) if it feels too strong.
The Little Things
#22 of poetry, both old and new it's always the little things, that either make us feel joy, anger, fear or pain. it's always the little things that make us want to find them again. it's always the little things that set you off.
Junior Year: Fears and Feelings
Phillips, how are we feeling?" she looked up from her clipboard and up at me. "ow." i said. she chuckled. "how did this happen again?" "just a fight. nothing odd." "that's not true." my mom burst in. "someone attacked him at work."
Mankind Requiem
He remembered feeling something out of his control, an impulse that forced to act... in a way that made him forget the rest of his actions. could it be... the reason of the death of his master? could he be the cause of such a terrible act?
The Remnant in the Box
Does it feel like you belong here?"
weird feeling
i keep on seeing this dream from my wolf guide and through his eyes. im out in a cold winters night and the aurora is above my head while my soul drags me to an abandoned shed. im unsure of its meaning but its my soul and guide. its got an meaning and...
Not Gay Ch.2
"you feeling alright?" "my whole face hurts," bailey says, his voice slightly nasal. actually, i feel fine aside from the blood dripping into my mouth. the throbbing mostly went away when i grabbed his paw.
Pages From a Dog’s Diary #3
It really doesn't take much - a warm space under the kitchen table, the simmering kettle on the polished stove - Mrs Grant's quiet humming of a popular song.You could also say, it takes a whole lot, but mostly it's the sum of tiny things that makes...
Those feelings are letting me feel...
I _dont_ feel so alone. as long as i talk to you.... i feel happy, and that is true... this poem was dedicated to a very special freind of mine... his name will not be mentioned. if you read this. thank you greatly.