Carltober: Sadness
Chase might have been the "otters love water" kind of guy, but Carl also connected the dots of sadness to the ever-giving liquid. He thought of clouds, of azure depths, even though both things were rare in the desert. Lake Emma could be the...
Twisted lies and shattering dream - Echo
#1 of short stories this is a reaction to the vn "echo". i played through leo's route and got the "good ending". felt miserable and wanted to convey something through my writing.
Ashen Echoes
#4 of journey of the shadow archive the darkness howled in echoing shade. it crept and slithered down spines with its icy touch. its hands trace down the warm with its frosted fingers, like winter snakes trying to find their way of salvation.
The Echoes
The echoes returned.
Their Echoes
The snow leopard's ears flicked along to the beat to the old clock. It was 12am now, the world outside dark, dead and empty. It was quite similar inside the room , but instead of street lamps, all that illuminated the feline was the glowing monitor. ...
Safety
Sydney and TJ represented safety to one another. For Sydney, TJ represented the safety of of a hug to cry on, where the macho otter went to die. Someone who loved him unconditionally, where his family and even sometimes their mutual friends...
Carltober Friends Best Friends
F is for fuck-up, but at least they pull me up when i'm down r is for slurrs when we were edgy teens but chase makes me guilty i is for insomnia, good thing they beat the shit out of the ghosts e is for echo, this shitty all town with shitty
Movie Night
"Have you decided on what movie" Sydney lounged on the couch, curious but nervous. "I'm not sure myself" TJ confessed, "Its been a while without Flynn, Carl or Chase to help out." "Jenna's next door" Sydney offered, an offer that neither...
Birthday: friends at solstice
A few sessions of love-making later the two were hanging out in the couch. "happy bday TJ!" Chase texted. "hey so happy birthday tj" Kudzu texted. "Feliz compleanos gatito!" Leo phoned directly, "Miss both of you babosos so much!" ...
Echoes of the Deep
#16 of poetry as seen in my writer's blog: http://sirenscoast.wordpress.com/2013/06/11/echoes-of-the-deep/ we met one summer's eve a time before i learned to grieve you had taken to the shore your ship, the maiden, had just been moored i recall
Survivor's Podcast
Whatever is in echo are not real ghosts, just copies or some shit." "cameron named them echoes, didn't you?" "yeah, i'm at my most creative when doused in anti-depressants." \*chuckle\* "yeah.
Carltober: Sans + Superwolf
Flynn sighed. "What the hell is going on now?" he said, tired mroe than anything. Carl was like Hela from Norse mythology, except on one side he was a skeleton with a blue eye and hoodie and on the other a wolf in a superhero costume. ...