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Tenley's picture

The perfect birth.



Tobbie sat in the fine straight grass, it was time." I am scared, lossaki! " She told her mate." Don't be, it will be over soon. " he replied to her. She rested her head down on the grass.
She was worn out. The two fawns lay there, one black, one white. " I will name you lilyanna. " She spoke softley to the baby girl. Lossikal nodded and looked at the baby boy. " I will name you yarn. " He said to the baby. It was over, and the fawns were very healthy. Tobbie and lossaki succeded.

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Listen, young fawns...


Speak only when spoken to
Forgive always, greet always

Bow and always show respect

And kindness will be passed to you
And give it freely little ones

Try and leap, over the hills

Your legs, strong they will grow
And when you are great and mighty

Come back and tell me your story



Alphafrost's picture

You dance with death, tonight

Hello all!


Another phail story, but I AM getting more fans. (I dearly hope!)

Would anyone kindly show me how to put music on here? The page where you do it?

I can just link it.. :<

eyestrain's picture

In the beginning [a forest fable]

1. In the beginning, there was nothing but a stag, dreaming of a river.

2. Beside that river grew a red flower. The flower dropped seeds and a great ocean of poppies flooded the riverbanks.

3. The heavy pollen from the flowers woke the stag from his slumber. When he awoke, he stood in dark space, empty and blacker than a crow's feathers.

4. When the stag bellowed, the sound ripped a hole in the blackness and he stepped through the tear into his dream.

5. At the top of a mountain, his step knocked loose a boulder which rolled over the river, and, sent flying, landed with a crash that cracked it in half.

6. The flowers ate the stone, and the stone looked like four hands offering up the world.

7. The stag ate the flowers and the black centers of the poppies looked like a crow's feathers.

8. The crows ate the stag.

9. The stag looked like a forest made of ivory branches.

10. By the river, there were nothing but poppies and two stones with four hands offering up the world to a forest made of ivory branches, dreaming of a stag.




I have been reading Zachary Schomburg's "The Man Suit" and wanted to try using a numbered list, as well
quadraptor's picture

A Deer's Blessing

Inspired by the Celtic Blessing. I may add a little more but this was what I had in mind.



May your antlers never burden you.
May your hooves never break.
May your legs carry you to your goals.
May your mind keep all your treasures safe.
May the trees shelter you when you ask of them.
May their fruit be forever sweet.
And when Death comes to claim you,
May you greet him kindly,
For you have have conquered the world with your humility.
AlisonRobin's picture

Pictographs: The Importance and Components of Our Names



PICTOGRAPHS
The Importance and Components of Our Names

AlisonRobin's picture

The Old Oak: A Less Friendly Possibility

RECENT / MAP

THE OLD OAK
A Less Friendly Possibility

FauxFoxes's picture

What Was I sapouse to do!?

It was just a beautiful moment.
Untouched, and moved..
Till..It was splttered with blood and ruined with screams.
Cause that crash was more then I anticipated.
I can't even stand now.
It hurts so bad just to breath.
"You shouldn't have got infront of me" You say.
But how couldn't I!?
I love ya!
I wanna Kiss ya.
I don't wanna have to say how I miss ya.
So I may be beat up but don't feel no pain just smile back.
Come on and rejoyce at the sound of my voice.
I Protect.
But to night Protecter is Rocka by babby.
Trust me I didn't feel athing.
So don't you feel my pain..
Just smile...
I love you babby...
Love ya Sheba babby.
Stitchez's picture

In my room



In my Room


[center]It is 1:49 to be exact...a stary night outside of my window. My back against the wall;; hazel eyes stared before me. My bed;; with the red blanket scattered so akcwardly & the many pictures of me & my friends....the white pillow hung over looking as it was about to fall. The faint noise of my fathers snores;;...no trace of my mother as she was sound asleep with no sound. I;; wasn't sleepy at all....pale hands wrapped around my knees as I was wearing short black shorts. My scars visible in the faint light that came out of my lamp sitting on the small table beside my bed. Books scattered on the ground;; followed by sketches of sceneries. Pink lining on my pupil made everything have a thick pink border around it;; I was weird. I was weird. Hot tears streamed down my cheeks;; following mascara as it driped onto my white loose t-shirt. I sniffed;; Why was I so weird? Black splotches stained my carpet;; aswell as red liquid...my blood. "Why am I so weird..?" I spoke to myself;; my words echoed in my dark room. My skull teady bear across the room;; where I had thrown it many nights ago. My black cat curled upon my bed;; it's purrs lighting my heart. I felt so alone in this world....like my room was the only place I should be. I stood up;; almost tripping- but I regained my balance ackwardly. I plummated down onto my bed;; rocking the bed a little...enough to wake up Teagen. It's green eyes opened;; but soon turned to slights right away & he went on purring again. "I'm just a freak." I repeated over & over again;; throwing the many things that lay on my bed. I stared at the ceiling;; wrapping myself in my blanket...tears still coming out of my eyes.
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Voices.

VOICES VOICES VOICES VOICES VOICES

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