"Submit" (a poem)
I've penned the dialogue. i've written it. "submit" i've reread everything. i've edited the word choices. i've rewritten paragraphs. i've revised it. "submit" i've made the thumbnail. i've shrunk it down. i've tweaked the colors.
POV vore - you and the jaguar
"panthera onca," you read from the plaque mounted on the fence around the jaguar pen. "the jaguar, native to south and central america, once native to the southern u.s. states, blah blah blah..."
Charred for Life
I walked from pen to pen, looking at the various animals. they had a cute shih tzu, an impressive doberman, a pretty calico and a great great dane. they were all good, but something told me that these animals just wouldn't work.
What We've Written
If you, like me, have had your fervor stirred, pick up your pen and know in times of blight. there is a power in the written word. so many wounds and scars that art has cured, but still mankind seeks out another fight.
Eucharist
Taking frames by faded pen, named for care, in ken of distant fen, deemed too rare. light has taken up flame, guided by glass, to settle on papered blame, shadows forced past.
Down a Rung
Max reproduced his notes and pen, looking just a little solemn. "my apologies, fiela, for my intrusions. i'd simply rather not have my cousin going out and getting himself killed just because he sees a pretty face." his harshness returned.
Identity: Chapter Fifty-One
The pen fell from her muzzle. "you're right, the resemblance is.....too much to be coincidental." "it wouldn't mean so much if it weren't for the rosgen connection" ned said.
Convicts - Part 5
"very much," jack sighed again, and then put the pen's tip against the page. then he began to write, slowly, deliberately. each pen stroke tore out more of what made him human.
A Dragon's Memoir I
Before i could appreciate this another human approached the rim of the pen and pointed at me.
Fable Part 1: Road to Silver Pine
After doing as he was told and enduring their petting for another minute, the oldest kids left his pen to try and find a way into his parent's pen.
Natural Instincts
Without thumbs i couldn't properly hold a pen to write. i tried pressing the pen between my two paws to work with it, but the writing proved to be completely illegible. more frustrated, i tried gripping the pen in my teeth to write. this... was well...
Goooooooood Doggie!
Setting the two fledglings down in the pen, the ogre muttered--"_git to it, hooman..."_ and slammed the ramshackle gate.