Prolegomenon
#7 of tales of impending peril a prologue is the start of a book while a prolegomenon is the start of a series of this books and this book is the first of an intended series. far to the north of the world, it slept.
D-I-E (Prologue)
**D-I-E (Prologue)** By Bartan Tirix It was dark when the noises returned. Earlier than usual which made the griffon half grumble as he shifted around in his bed. Still comfortable and warm, but their vocals seemed to be growing beyond the...
Impending (Houn)Doom - An Alpha Hondoom TF Story
* * * **(CW):** **Feral,** **Temporary Identity Loss** * * * “Alright, let’s do this.” Kalos was _bustling_ with activity. The cafes were busy, the streets were crowded, vendors were selling merch out the wazoo, it really was a hot time for...
D-I-E Act 2 - Composure
The red forest path was calm and unusually quiet now that much of the commotion had stopped. That didn't relieve the tension of the two walking it though: an anthro jackal dressed in rags, and a much larger dark beast with a flaming mane. The Blazehowl...
D-I-E Act 1 - E.T.
**D-I-E Act 1 - E.T.** By Bartan Tirix [See Prologue for beginning] Chapter 1 The redwoods were nearly pitch black at night, especially with the clouded sky. Blocking all the precious light from the moon that the beige fox...
ShrinkMan
The impending shadow cast over him didn't help calm him down further. in his midst of fear, the male continued approaching, a burly green hand grabbing him from the back of his neck.
The Chronicler of the Library
Otherwise, too many lives will be lost to the impending cold."
Two Weeks Later - (part 2/2)
#9 of tales of impending peril the second part of the second chapter of tales of impending peril: the fires of hexmalivus the silent sorcerer sat alone at his usual private table in the overcrowded teloger tavern.
The Ride to Work (Otherwise Untitled)
The impending oversight of the day's light always made him a bit more mindful of his paces. the wrinkles of his uniform fading away, the coyote smiled.
Day's End
Am soon to embrace seemingly softer with with every moment a long soaring breeze of sweet intonement humming heavenly a calm constant flow and when i return only time can know thoughts, ideas, images condescending with all of these things no doubt impending
Already Moved On
I refuse to drown in my own sorrow despite waging a war against all of this self-inflicted harrow i have to admit that i haven't really missed you this is just the first stage of my impending rescue.
One Dot Below the I
#5 of poetry five short poems the way you come in crashing through the ceiling in your burning nightgown screaming with your mouth all smeared and blood pouring from your ears and into our quiet living space you briefly remind us of the impending disaster