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I see them there
behind the tree
sitting in gangs
here there is only me

I read it here
comments that hurt
Indifference to death
I wonder should I convert?

I approach them there
A polite bow, a cautious glance
They reply with lowered horns and angry roars
I suppose I never had a chance

I scan bios here
kills fawns hunts does hates devout
Is rude and mean in style?
I choose instead to opt out

I try to be friendly there
I wish to befriend the horde
Instead I watch from distance
I consider myself lucky to be ignored

I post my thoughts here
because I see the pain in my company's words
For all the friendship of the forest
Most are never accepted to the herds

I'm sure you're nice people
Yet in forest you slash and hack
Would it kill to meet a new friend
Welcome another to the pack...?

So I stay here alone
and you stay with your mate
Snapping at everyone who passes
It's alright I'm patient I'll wait.

Everyone has that off day
Maybe every day is bad for you?
I'll stay away and wait my turn
Some day you'll pull through

Said the Deaf girl to the blind
Your actions are rather rude
I can't ask to change your ways
least my words become misconstrue

So you play your deer
and I'll play mine
Niceness gets you few friends
Perhaps a new tag line?

Inspired by conversations with other forest friends.

I've noticed I've been writing a lot of short stories lately, so I wanted to make a little topic to link them all together. Hope you enjoy, and I plan to do more when I think of more ideas.

If you'd like me to (and if I have enough people ask for it), I could add a little synopsis of what each story is about.

This story is inspired by the song The Islander by Nightwish (which is just a beautiful song anyway + the music video is pretty cool)

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(Thanks to Martisol

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violence warning
Just a bunch of random short storrys filled with fail
Not worth reading I assure you.

WARNING: Some sexual themes and bad language.

Stupid title is stupid 8D I finally got back to this story wtfffffff anyway.

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Title: The Overture
Author: Zebbie
Characters: Jester, Random Fireflies
Warnings: Terribly lame humour and mini hearts ♥
Rating: PG
Extra Note: This was written in about 20 minutes, just as a way to practice writing Jester in the third-person. This began as something I was going to make into a serious kind of thing, but then gradually descended into the realms of random-and then Lottie made me post it

I really didn't have much inspiration, and the part involving Mittens in all his wonderfully lame glory only came about because I saw something about a cat called Mittens on TV and couldn't stop thinking about the name *giggles* And thus, the randomness in this drabble was born~! Generally something I didn't put all that much effort into, just a little practice exercise seeing as I haven't written in a very long time, or written as Jester at all :3 Alright fine, this was just an excuse to write the word Mittens. MITTEEEENNNSSSS ♥
Summary: Life is his play, and he's merely the star of his show~

Clickeh to experience the magic of mittens :3

Because I'm a horse lovin' fool.

The horse tamed the human
To look upon them with glee
For when the horse looks upon man
He says 'you will never be free'.

The horse flies across fields,
You watch with nothing but love
The horse asks, so nicely
'Aren't I just a gift from above?'
Indeed you are good horse
We will never know such wonder
For humankind, in all its glory
Will always, always blunder

The horse does not fall or die
With a scream or indignant sound
Even as the fire flickers
His brave heart continues to pound
We humans will never know this strength
We damned ourselves long ago
But within their eyes is something we lack
A fire, a will, and a soul.

So we salute you, brave horses
As only humans will
By using you, abusing you,
Make you work through the long hours

When the time comes, the horse will reign
The angels will come down and sing
We look into the light, we finally see
The angels, who fly without wings

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My hooves hit the ground. I was in hell, literally. I looked around the Realm Of The Dead, trying to remember the Moon God's Instructions. 'Swallow Your Fear'
The ground beneath was black like an obsidian rock, cracks split through it like vines, the orange glow of lava flowing beneath it. Dead plants, their leaves wilted and their stems drooping, were scattered over here and there. I seemed to be on a never ending desert, the sky was a flaming red.
I began to gallop forwards. My instincts seemed to be sending my body in that direction. I suddenly noticed shadows flittering at the corners of my eyes - was something behind me? It had not leapt yet, so I ignored it and carried on. I was then aware of my legs never aching and my breathe not quickening. The running did not tire me out and soon I had covered quite a bit of the Black Desert and a forest appeared in the distance...

The atmosphere in the forest was terrifying. Fear gripped my stomach but I continued to be brave and observed my surroundings. The trees had no leaves, they were as black as ash, their long branches entwined and the twigs looked like millions of spider legs. I trotted through it carefully. Thats when I spotted them!
In the shadows.
Red eyes and black pelts stood out clearer now.
Millions of dead deer, wanting to eat my soul.
I quickened my step and carried on when I heard a voice in my head, 'Go to the meadow..' it whispered. I found myself taking a narrow path and then into a meadow. It was full of long, black grass that tickled my belly as I trotted onto it. A waterfall flowed into a small river nearby and some dead fawns played by it. The water was grey, colourless, like the surroundings.
I noticed a small deer staring at it, she was on her own.
" Serenity...? " I murmered enquiringly.
The fawn turned and she gasped. It WAS Serenity.
Colour flowed onto her body, her fur became that pale brown and white, her eyes that bright sparkling blue. She bounded over to me.
" Sparx!

WARNING!
This story contains mature content.
Meaning references to parts of the body, voyeurism, crude humor, creepy pick up lines, a genderless deer, implied evil deeds, and other such Mature content. If you cannot handle the mature content in a mature manner then leave this story now.
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Still here?
Then proceed.
You can't say I didn't warn you.

The Endless Forest

Off Days...Poem

The Wirewood Tales ~ Quad's Shortstory Collection

Banished (Shortstory)

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Grimmwall;; A Divided Heart (maturity)

{In the Midst of the Noise} [Moar crap writing]

'The Overture' (drabbly drabbly goodness~)

Horse

Sparx- Saving Serenity (Part 2)

Voyeurism [Dr. Dumaya/Álmos]