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SnowflakesSnowflakes are many things and here's few of those:Snowflakes by Wilyy
They're unique and not afraid to be that way
They're cold, because other ways they would melt
But all these things just makes them so great.
Buddy, member of the Superior Race (a.k.a. Cats)“I don’t know what to write about the Buddy!” The female had cried out, done a strange, yet common, flail-dance while running around. I thought she was insane, which wasn’t out of the ordinary. She had flail-run out of the room, then back again and sat next to me.Buddy, member of the Superior Race (a.k.a. Cats) by MissJenRose
I gave her a blank face. She fell back on her rump, then lunged forward onto her belly and hugged me. She buried her face in my fur and rubbed my side. This went on for minutes before she finally rolled away, when I had begun to thrash my tail around. She went to my second favorite spot, sat, stared at the strange Light Box and began to rapidly make tapping sounds. It annoyed me, so I turned my back to her. They were strange creatures.
Me? They refer to me as Buddy, but my true name cannot be properly said in their clumsy language that I’ve come to understand the basics off. I am a member of the Superior Race. They refer to us as “Cats”. We are strong, fast, covered in protective fur,
Fish - 100 PromptsWelyn, a small five year old boy, stood in the stream’s shallow, up to his knees. His big sister Raewyn, an eight year old, stood on dry land and watched. The boy was watching the water intently, where small minnows swam. He lunged, they scattered and he came up empty handed for the hundredth time.Fish - 100 Prompts by MissJenRose
“Rae! They got away again!” He cried upon seeing his empty hands. All the older boys were able to catch a fish with their bare hands. Why couldn’t he?
Raewyn sighed, hitched up her dress and waded out into the stream, up to her knees. It was further in than her brother, as she was almost a foot taller than him. He was small, even for his age, but their parents were certain he’d grow taller. Something about how their father had been small too, but he was tall now.
There was slightly larger fish here, but still tiny compared to what the big boys that Welyn envied could grab. Raewyn readied her hands and sighed when her dress plunged down into the water, imm
Enough - 100 PromptsShe had gone too far. She had set the elf on fire, burned him alive, just by glaring at him. Sure, he had been an asshole, but he didn’t deserve that. Nobody did. His fire had set his tree on fire, and soon enough, they had elven arrows flying at them from the treetops, as they surely had their shamans rushing to put out the flame before it got out of control.Enough - 100 Prompts by MissJenRose
Welyn had deflected arrows with his buckler, one screaming past his cheek, leaving a long, thin cut. Caeden took one to his left shoulder as they were fleeing, but thank the Goddess he didn’t lose much speed and they were able to get away.
They were down by a brook, Caeden sitting on a rock, Ava in front of him, tentatively using her magic to heal his wound, Welyn standing by, trying to help however he could. Raewyn paced impatiently, angrily, over by the brook. Caeden glared at her, which she either didn’t notice or didn’t care about.
Finally, they bandaged Caeden and put his arm in a sling.
Beginnings - dAmnU contestIt came with the trembling of fingers;Beginnings - dAmnU contest by 0o-elly-o0
defiant by nature and burnished by tears,
And followed by scratches, burns and blood
(Along with the dyed-black-short-cropped hair)
As digits tippled, tumbled, tripped past keystrokes,
Then came the aching... Elipses, a favourite
Consummation so overwhelming
Please be my friend, PLEASE BE MY FRIEND
Darkness shelved behind simple rhyming couplets.
Darting between shoutboxes and pageviews,
An obsession borne.
Refuge and shelter,
friendly words by her side...
A place without hatred
Made the choice to reside.
Years flew with aging grace, wisdom
and a shit-ton of tears and hurt..
Blossomed friendships, grown hearty through shared passion
and weary through time, anger and aggravation,
And the 'refuge' faltered,
crumbled to join the rubble of fear
|They trying to catch me ridin dirtay|