You Won't
_I Won't Fall Onto My Knees Again,_ _I Won't Go Down Onto My Knees Again,_ _I Won't Crumble Under the Pain,_ _I Shall Stand Strong before Your Very Presence,_ _I Won't Go Don't Because Of False Love,_ _I Shall Never Again Fall Under Your Spell of...
Hard Labour
I moved my head closer, nose practically pressing against the glass. from there, i could make out a faded, motionless, barely visible silhouette, sitting at an equally nondescript desk.
Waking
She smiled and climbed into his lap, wrapping an arm around his waist and leaning her head against his shoulder and her brother's forepaw.
Boiling Point
His arm and elbow slid further past me while the rest of him slumped harder against the counter. "he told them that you're the new cook." "...and?"
Lost & Found
#9 of against all odds universe - side stories heya, this story was something of a practice at writing something in a different voice when it comes to the first-person protagonist, to mix it up a little in contrast to my usual style.
Laundry Day
I spat back, hard and loud, only to flop on back against one of those lifeless machines and rap a fist against it. "can ya blame me? lugging this load down here, just to find..."
Knock Knock
#1 of against all odds universe - side stories hey there, work was slow one day last summer and as a change of pace i decided to write a daft little 1600-word or so story that afternoon.
Shallow Goals
#85 of against all odds universe hey! i hope all is well and that you're all having a great christmas period.
Wrecked
#83 of against all odds universe hullo, i've been on vacation recently, but that didn't stop me from working on some stories.
odds are against me
#1 of the odds are against me the first part to my new story series which contanes drama, romance, suspense and comedy it covers david's journey to find that no matter what life throws at you, you must move on as the alarm on my ipawd went off, i woke from
Ballade Against Cheesemongery
What woe behold i though i rail against whatever fiend devised this thing called pepperjack, to make the righteous quail with wax to mock and capsicum to sting! my muse fails, and i can no longer sing upon this sacrilege! the poet flees.
Venturing: Against Me
Fear gripped against my neck as realization had kicked in. "who would have done it?" i asked, my voice still shaking. "not sure..." responded yang as her claws were filled with blue latex gloves.