What Remains - A Personal Treetop Inn Story
He doesn't like letting on that something is wrong, at least on a personal level. his heart could be breaking and he'll smile through it until he's alone.
Chosen of the Sea [2nd Person TF(TG)]
You huff as you carry your things onto the beach. Part of you thinks you could have carried less but there is always that doubt that you needed everything you have been carrying all this time. Course your current problem now is finding a spot to set...
The Prisoner
#8 of poetry personal thing regarding my displeasure of my subconscious. i have been your captive, your slave... forced to perceive, forced to feel what you want me to. enough.
The Hot Date Part Two
She was running late, at least that's what she thought as she speed down the road in her car. She didn't stop at a couple of stop signs in the neighborhood of the male she was on her way to see, but she didn't really care. She was more focused on...
TOWNN Meets: Goku.
I was waiting in the preparations room, I had made it to the semi-final round of the world martial arts tournament rather easily, but my next opponent was the champion's son, a man named Gohan. As I walked out onto the field I felt a strange pressure...
C.Card: Mike
The truth is that he isn't shy or anything, he just suffers of double personality. this second personality is a psycho and would destroy anything that moves. likes: his boyfriend, hot chocolate, mangas hates: hurt others.
Just another love story (maybe) pt.1
Reality's not that too kind to me so i dream about all the good things, personal good things that is. oh yeah, i almost forgot to mention. that guy who was on the phone is jacob harris, jake to some of his friends. he was one of my closest friends.
Another Gray Muzzle mem
**01) Are you currently in a serious relationship?** Does marraige count? **02) What was your dream growing up?** To be a lawyer. **03) What talent do you wish you had?** I wish I could draw. **04) If I bought you a drink, what would it be? A...
Life Here After - Chapter Two - Part One
I hadn't grown accustomed to the pain my body was going through but I had become familiar with the cold that seemed to slowly creep into my body. The air I was breathing was slowly stopping. Whatever had happened, it was over. I opened my eyes slowly...
Salaceon Tales
One day i know you will be a great person who will help out the world.
Martina Gambordella
Many years have passed since I met her- Melissa Gambordella, the young vixen in my 5th-grade class who sat in the seat next to me, the daughter of impoverished Italian immigrants. I can remember her- her Coke-bottle thick lenses in her glasses, and her...
The Old Violin
There that old dusty relic sat- neglected, battered, and ancient. In its better days, that violin might have been used as by a philharmonic society or string quartet but in the home of Thomas and Margaet Chamberlin, the old collection of strings and...