Opuss Women, Opuss Men
Here it comes - the love again For Opuss women, Opuss men.
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Here it comes - the love again For Opuss women, Opuss men.
I turn around and punch the Haiden behind my in the face, atleast, I think it's a face. Then I run, I run towards where the ring came from and found him.
The little fledgling peered tentatively over the nest, The gentle chirp of his mother urging as he puffed up his chest, Nearer and nearer teetered towards the ledge, When suddenly without warning he...
Once everyone was in the beach house safely-excluding Halley-they all sat stunned at what just happened. Fred was in a state of shock and denial.
I consist of roses and thorns, a bit of both, something beautiful some seem to scorn,.
A bright light filtered through Quinn's sleep, rousing her from its dark, restless depths. 'She's awake, sir.' It was the voice Quinn dreading hearing every time she returned to herself.
I'm not the type of person who needs to be around people often. I enjoy my own company a lot of the time. I wouldn't even call it a choice; it's just in my nature..
Sometimes, the hardest thing is not laughing at something serious..
Here's a bunch of words, random, seemingly Cobbled together to form some halfassed poetry It isn't quite The Ilyad, not exactly perfect prose But what on earth will please you, God only knows I've...
Fair warning....this is very adult themed, probably quite rude and maybe a little vulgar. Just thought I'd try something very different.
Back just about 30 years ago, a young woman was just getting over the death of her boyfriend, who had just recently died in a car accident.
The storm grew stronger that night. The wind howled and the trees swayed. I was huddled up under a duvet and two blankets listening to the rain on the window. I didn't get much sleep that night.
#TheOpussTale The crystalline wind from the open window blew the hair back from my face as I approached the Royal Kitten on her satin pillow. As usual she sat looking out over the land.
#twistedopuss The wind howls through the graveyard, ruining precious gifts left on the resting places of loved ones. A hunched elderly man and a young woman sit by an overgrown, unmarked plot.
It's black and dark and terrifying, Silent, quiet, fear, I know you don't believe me but- There's really something here.
(This is for @Powpunch based on her many underwater adventures, and also repayment for her once writing a very nice poem about my poetic nonsense.) - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - If you...
Today my class went on a trip. To the Aquarium is where we went. In groups we split and off we went to where my troubles began. The sea lions we saw first. In the front where we arrived.
Do I look like a book. Can you read me like a book. Then why do you only look at my cover. Don't judge a book by its cover.
It was when thinking about a particular clock that I learnt the secret to life elongation.
If I could bottle up the sea breeze I would take it over to your house and pour it loose through your garden.
#FridayFun Crouched - in a hole, lone; death bullets circle his home. Child, stranger to calm. Fear - a common foe, That visits with every shot. Trapped, nowhere to go.
A month passed. The lake was cold, the forest was red and orange. The school was full, a thousand gifted teenagers trained five days a week for the coming battle.
If you feel your pulse is quickening. Don't be too perturbed. If the atmosphere is thickening. There's something you've disturbed. Movements fleet and darting. All around the room.
No one besides myself had realized that she couldn't contain her insanity. Back then, and now.