Memories of Lightwave
**"--And take a shower, please!"** My mom called out from the kitchen, as I walked up the stairs. **"Yes mom! I will!"** I shouted back over the railing, before walking up the steps to the upstairs and then started walking towards my room. I...
A Valued Memory
I sighed with the matter of forgotten and relocated thoughts and memories. my mate was away and i wouldn't see her until later. it was the holidays, the home shone with colors of emerald and ruby decore. christmas, the house was alive with spirit.
Memorial to a Coyote
This was memorial day for nathan calhoun and for the first time in decades mr.
Memories of the Beginning
Divinity chapter 1 - memories of the beginning "somehow i'm not surprised that you're still here." a worn but kind voice called out softly.
Mist and Memories
We spend our time looking at the memories we've made.
Cadence of Memories
Cadence of memories mlp:fim fan fiction by: scy storm ssbs.furrynet.com **author's notes:** loved the finale. thought this idea up at work, spent a few hours crafting a bunch of dialogue.
A faded memory
Red started walking away"...wait...where are you going" red stoped and looks backed, and what he said shocked him".....to where all the other memories are" trainer looked confused, as suddenly red begain to turn to
Forked Memories
Because even with those fallen forked memories, you can hide them deep inside, but recognise there change. for we make our pain, we make our own change..
Fragment Memories
Hell his memories of them were all bad. he was never allowed to do much with out being questioned and whenever he did get out it was for a very limited time.
A Painful Memory
> "I don't want to start any blasphemous rumours > But I think that God's got a sick sense of humor and > When I die, I expect to find > Him laughing" > -Martin Gore of Depeche Mode, from Blasphemous Rumours Johnathan could hardly contain...
Memories of a Fox
I had my camera; batteries and loads of memory cards lay out before me, ready to capture a piece of untouched beauty. it was here that i got to know the fox better.
Memories: A Poem
White fur as crisp as winter's snow, black paws the night's darkest. Same too your maw, a visage unfeeling. But a heart of gold you didn't show, neither did your eyes. They told me a sad tale, one of longing I surmise. Of young passions lost to...