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Empty WordsEmpty Words
Their mouths speak words too often said
'T were best that they stay silent instead
But they ramble on and on so emptily
That they raised the ire of me
Ask them why; they will mutter lame excuses
Though i may try i can't desist
From blame and verbal abuses
My InspirationMy Inspiration
More than a muse is she
My sole inspiration
In my words
In my breath
In the beat of my heart
I can barely string my verse
Without her touch to support
My raison d'être
My only love
A New WorldA New World
We had known solitude so long
That it left sores upon our hearts
Like a thirsty soul in a desert
We had searched
Far and wide
Then came the moment of reward
Suddenly we found each other
We stood face to face
Looking into each other's eyes
Trying to look into each other's hearts
Now we are drawn together
Like steel to a magnet
But we prefer this way
Dead in One's TracksLost the Way
Dead in One's Tracks ( Running Away)
He felt curiously surrounded
He knew neither why, nor by what
The feeling slowly mounted
It was almost impossible to bear
He began to run, to flee
He ran in every direction
Still, he felt it
Heavy like a stone
There was nowhere to run
His heart pounded
It felt to him that his heart would fail
Then he fell
Dead in his tracks
Quiet NightsQuiet Nights
Quiet time in the twilight
Around my room
Remote stars shine feeble light
Like distant beacons in the night
The evening wind is blowing a tune
A song of longing
As of someone gone far away
But in my room she silently lay
And our hearts sing the tune
A song of love till the morning light
For Rainy DaysFor Rainy Days
Oh let the rain fall fast and hard.
Let the dark clouds fill the sky
Heaven may cast its tears to earth
But not a drop falls from my eyes
The rain is cold and heavy
The wind is fast and screams
But I have a warm lover at my side
And love fills our every dream
No matter how long the rain may take
We dream sweet dreams and care not to wake
Tragic CoupleTragic Couple
Fox Serum story
"This seat isn't taken, I presume?"
Dale looked up from the stein he was sipping from as the man who'd voiced this question seated himself on the barstool next to him. Warily, Dale raised an eyebrow in speculation as he mustered his sudden and unwanted companion.
Damn, I just want to finish my beer and then go home to bed... what's Jensen doing here?
While his department head at work, the sales department at a large company which was developing, producing and selling Fox Serums, was a companionable and friendly fellow, he wasn't known for visiting bars late in the evening - even less at a workday. The probability of this being a chance encounter therefore tended to be virtually zero, which meant that Jensen wanted to talk to him about something. Since he hadn'
Flora's Arrangements (TF)Flora’s Arrangements: a simple store in the middle of southeastern Florida. It’s out of the way, too far from any landscaping opportunities to make its wares desirable... But its business doesn’t rely on the selling its wares. Its business relies on a little bit of change.
Flora is a witch, and a damned good one at that. Most of her kind preferred to use others, changing humans against their will. After all, transformation is the key to immortality for their kind. But Flora is in no way a typical witch. She only nibbles on time borrowed from people’s changes, preferring to ask for permission first. Finding voluntary subjects helps her stay abreast of the law, of any authority—and it makes her popular and well-liked with her usual clients.
So, without further ado, let’s take a step into this quaint little shop with a magical owner, watch a few chapters from the life of the kind witch with a green thumb.
Trina's Monkey BusinessDay 0:
Where to begin? Well, one of the top-recommended things people had for me to become was a monkey. Which is more than a little lucky, since my keyboard hasn’t shipped to me—I’d imagine that having some opposable thumbs will come in handy with the typing.
I took the vial a little an hour ago, so there’s nothing yet to see changed. But give it a little bit of time... Anyways, you know what’s coming next, some good old fashioned TF! Hope you guys are ready, because I know I can’t wait!
It’s great to be back! -Trina
I took the serum yesterday, and as expected, today I feel... Odd. Like, I’ve shrunk a little bit, and my legs look like they’ve grown a coat of fur. Isn’t that weird? I didn’t think that I’d first be changing into a primate, but I have to admit, I think I kind of like the idea. Monkeys and humans aren’t that far apart an
Force Bound (a SWTOR DiD Story)
The battered Corellian freighter glided through space, powered on by heavily modified ion engines as it flew towards its destination. Christened the Troublemaker, the freighter consisted of a saucer-like hull with a tapered cockpit protruding from its centre, with an off-set cargo module on the hull. It was currently flying on a familiar course, making its approach towards the infamous moon in the galaxy: Nar Shaddaa, the Smuggler’s Moon.
Sitting in the pilot’s chair, Tria “Troubelle” Tzanti grinned as she watched the moon grow closer, always happy to be returning to that neon nightmare. Young, slender and fully of mischievous energy, Troubelle whistled to herself as she piloted the Troublemaker into orbit. As a zabrak, she sported short, torn-like horns than protruded through her short wavy hair, and her pretty heart-shaped face was segmented by traditional line tattoos. A smuggler by trade, she was dressed in a revealing yellow tu
The Lamb and the Lion - Leeta and Dorian rp CDLeeta:
Leeta waited until night fell at the circus. She was a lopunny and should her sight fail her she could always fall back on hearing. She crept silently up to her objective and quickly retreated to her own cart for the evening after completing her mission.
Her objective had been the cart of the fellow doll maker of the circus, Dorian Van Bösartig, and the mission had been to drop off a doll she had made in the likeness of her fellow doll maker.
She had seen the luxray around the circus, but had been a bit nervous approaching him so she figured a cute plush with a welcome note may be the way to at least introduce herself.
She would receive no word from the luxray till the following night, when she was attending her trinket stand. The main show was commencing in the big top, so there were very few patrons about.
It was then she was silently approached by the very luxray, whom she gifted the plush look-a-like.
His blacken hair was
TMNT A Forced Duty Ch. 4Chapter 4
The next morning the princesses were oddly quiet. The turtles and Casey looked at each other for most of the day trying to figure out what had happened. Today the princesses started their classes that were made to help them rule as queens.
“I can't believe were doing this,” Karai mumbled as they walked to the east wing of the castle, where the scholars and study rooms were located. “I bet we already know everything they're going to teach us. It'll be our princess classes all over again.”
The others nodded and entered on of the larger study rooms. An old goat humanoid turned and smiled, “Welcome princesses.” He bowed, “My name is Dr. Caprinae.”
The girls curtsied and smiled at him. They took their seats and the boys sat at the back of the room to listen. The lessons included commerce, politics, speech, mathematics, history, and literature. Once Dr. Caprinae was done lecturing, he assigned several assignments and left.
Intuders, Reports, and beatings* Esaki: Avallocks left foot would hoover for a moment as he sat along a fallen rusted fence. He had been out marking the turf...keeping things in order...and just now he had decided to take a scratch break. Damn fleas and bugs. The bats would need to work harder...He'd scoff to himself before lifting his left foot to carefully scratch at his left ear. Gettin a gooood long scratch in there he'd make small pleasure grunts as his foot moved rhythmically against his ear and head. After he had enough he'd shift into a stand and shake out his fur...but pause half way through. Standing alter...ears perked...eyes wide and intense...he'd listen...he thought he heard somedog nearby...
* Rubbalite: Blue eyes were watching the young rottie mix quietly from a distance, licking her maw ever so slightly as she laid on the ground for the time being. Skelter had been wandering the territory earlier, thinking over something and seeing what was a good place to maybe do that something. Her
<dragonmissy> The gusts of wind hit her face as she was ontop of some rubble Sniff the air and look around thinking of a dog to bring along and get to know as well. She would think of the young dog that helped the other night with the beatings and she never is able to get a conversation out of her. Shes been wanting to talk to the dog for some time. She start moving through the compound and use her nose to find Skelter. Her tail relaxed as she padded through. She hummed in a better mood now from these past days.
<Rubbalite>Skelter was laying underneath a tree at the moment. Her closed eyes and calm posture suggested to others that she was asleep. On the contrary, she was wake and very much aware of her surroundings, she was just merely resting after she had done a little workout. Her mind was going over a couple of thoughts she's been having the last few days now, wondering how to go about doing certain things, when pawsteps comin
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