Don’t Come Closer
Come close
Look how sweet
And gentle
And quiet
I seemCome closer
See how nice
And loving
And charitable
I can be
Forgot to post this to the writing blog whoops
Plot Contusion
RSSI don’t really have a title for this. It’s just a thing I wrote. I guess you can consider it kind of an alternate ending to my novel. I dunno. This is not canon, is what I’m trying to say. It’s also stupidly scattered and it hasn’t been proofread, so yeah. Sorry.
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Cool April air stung his exposed fur. Rorqueton lay spread out before him, an impossibly vast and bustling city. Thousands upon thousands of people lived in this place. It was home to him. He hadn’t grown up amidst the skyscrapers and traffic, but his life, the life he’d made for himself, had started here.
Gunshot
Wrote this ages ago as part of one of those “100 Theme Challenge” deals. I still kinda like it, and since I’ve been posting little else besides updates on my week of suffering, I figured I could dig up some nice old writings for y’all.
(Side note: the character accents in this piece are not meant to emulate any accents heard in real life because this piece is set in my headworld, Earth 2. So don’t come telling me that the accents aren’t authentic. They don’t exist. Of course they’re not authentic.)
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I Wasn’t Bullied
I should be asleep but there’s a thunderstorm and it’s made me depressed.
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My End
Under a cut for personal reasons.
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I wanted to put this on my writing blog because it has writing in it as well as art.
Haelborn
Short one-off thing I wrote the other night because Skipper inspired me with his new fantasy world. Settings and such belong to him. Eustace is mine.
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Snow drifted lazily down from the gray sky, displaying no sense of hurry to reach the ground. White flakes somersaulted and twirled in the nippy air, playing tag with one another, among other unknown games of the weather. Tranquility reigned in the snowy stillness of South Haelborn. That is, until a furry brown body came hurtling through it.
Storm
Skipper and I are listening to the same storm system! You guys, this is so cool! I got inspired.
Don’t Worry Now
Digging through old writings. I… rather liked this one.
Crap forgot to post this to the writing blog.
A Dance
Lots of Casey feels lately for some reason. Ace wrote this for me a few months ago after he and I discussed a potential relationship between Casey and his character Darshkiva. I made some minor edits just to keep the flow going. But yeah, I didn’t originally write this.
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What Can Never Be
Snowy white fabric fluttered gaily as she twirled, a musical peal of laughter escaping her lips. The dress fit perfectly. The veil was adorned with just the right amount of petals and tiny precious stones. The bouquet had exactly the right kind of flowers. Her hair was done up just the way she liked. Her pretty feline face was perfectly accented by a bit of makeup, but not too much. She was adorned literally from head to tail in lace and silk. A big white ribbon was tied into an exquisite bow near the end of her tail. Glittering diamond earrings dangled from her pointed ears. Everything was simply perfect.
But then she started walking down the aisle.
