Teenage Loves
This was a sonnet that i wrote not too long ago in a new form that i created, tercet, tercet, quatrain, quatrain. it might be a little rough, but i spent a good two weeks trying to finish it, and it seems to have come out rather well.
Return to Form
Rusty hummed to himself, walking back to his living room as an idea formed in his mind. maybe he could...return to his true form, or maybe even just a fraction of it, for a while?
Friends, Always
The young boy sat quietly at recess, his stomach grumbling. The bullies took his meal again. He wanted to get it back, but they were so much bigger and so much stronger than he. The boy whined softly to himself, feeling very gloomy and hungry. When...
Journeymen: A Bond Formed
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Moving On
Welp, another little free-form poem. would still like some feedback! :3 the pain, the anguish. he pushed it aside, surprising himself. a single tear dropped, yet again unheard as it splashed into the pool. "a pool of... my tears?"
Fire-Bird
Knowing how drastically different my bird form is from my regular form, it's used for fighting and changing my appearance to appear more unrecognizable. also my vision temporarily fixes itself when i change to this form so i don't need my glasses.
Another Form of Rebellion - Chapter 3
#1 of another form of rebellion **chapter 3** thursday: a school day. there are no uniforms (thank god...) in here. except for gym class... for me, gym sucks. sorry for those who do like it. in gym class (boys gym), we were playing dodgeball.
The Wolf's Watch
"Time is short, And, I know you're Listening, So, I'll make this Quick..." The pain, It still remained. Much less than The soul-crushing Agony, But still, Present. The great wolf lifted His head from his Contemplations. "Yet...
Chaos' new form
I stood in bionic form, looking at my slightly charred shirt, when i turned and saw something that made my smile die.
An Avian Anthro
His beak warped forward, growing out, then softened, forming what felt like malleable lips, made for expression. his tail sprouted from his behind, shooting further out and expanding in size.
Tale of meeting of two roses
How kind the days, where little the thyme One meets two roses so sublime. Where heart makes herald of duty languish Leaves thee unruly and only in anguish. With one rose named Linda, one finds much heart There with rose george-anne, instead...
The Fat Tap (Preview)
Being one of just a few children in the family had its perks. The biggest had to be holidays when all the parental and familial love got condensed down into a few select presents. School plays always had at least a few family members at them, trips to...