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I watch from the rooftop. Crouched down in the darkness. Claws at the ready. Waiting to pounce. My victim wanders along the street below me. Mid twenties, with cropped, dark hair and an athletic...
-poem story thingy- Long legs clad in denim, Black boots up to her thighs Flat with ability of speed, Allowing her to reach new highs. Running the dark streets, Black hair streaking behind.
Well, cats, here's my secret, Not a secret any more, Except for you on Opuss, But outside, you know the score... I AM REALLY SPIDERMAN.
The One Who Influences considered Tpek the thief. He had put a lot of work into this human. The story was so... Satisfying. But it had taken a lot of work.
"Want another drink?" Asked Tpek, pushing a pint of beer across the table to the drunken man sitting on the other side. "Yeeargh," Slurred the man, swaying in his seat. Tpek grinned.
I woke up in my small white apartment, it was empty except for my bed, the sun shined through the window and onto my dog sniffles, he looked up at me with his big brown eyes and then rested his head...
(You know...
Uro As I left the half-darks house, I laughed nastily. She was so young and confused - an easy target.
Ryan Driving down the street on my motorbike, I almost felt like smiling for the first time this week. But then it started raining, and the smile died before it was born.
(Inspired by @OdinsFist's legendary myth slayer man who's name I can't pronounce.
Deep in Opuss there's a vampire kitty, Who hides in his lair beneath the city. Of course he can't come out in day, So until night time he stays away.
Commuter Crocodiles have come, But there was no warning drum, I was just sitting at Waterloo, Waiting for my cuppa to brew, When he swaggered across the platform, Umbrella under one arm, still wet...
Hi, I'm Chrys. Yes yes, weird spelling of Chris and all that. I've heard it all before, and I'm pretty much bored of hearing that over and over. Chris is too, well, normal. I'm not normal.
Jasmine My hands closed in around his delicate throat as I felt his body thrash underneath me, powerless. I was always two steps ahead of him, my body quicker than his.
This was early morning in Dublin, I opened my eyes and get off bed. I hate mornings. But today I just couldn't sleep.
'Silence...
Pussy Allure had a side kick His name was BeatNICK Together they protected The Opussian land With their stealth And mighty hands Pussy Allure was stunning Dressed in a black burlesque With funky...
In the carpark, by dusk, A strange man sat, With the wind at his ankles and his troubles beneath his hat, A pale moon surfaced From beneath a sea of land, and illuminated the figure, whose bent...
// There is certain boy with certain tendency and instinct...an abnormal and strange similarity of feature resembling that of a spider // "Emma." A familiar voice beckoned from behind just as I was...
Fellow Opussians. As I'm sure you've seen A new threat jeapordises the Opussian dream. Throughout the day, like a Fairytale Taliban, Familiar faces have threatened our calm.
This is a continuation of @Waynedoz's Tinyphant. Scale = 1000:1 ¡ ¡ ____ /-.-|____\~ Also in this zoo of weird, Is a creature to be feared.
Remember to still check out @JazzCav . It'll make more sense :3 Flopping on the bed, I sighed happily. Man, what a fantastic couple of days.
(This, thanks to @RichWithey, is the first of the Rabbit Man stories in verse. Blame Rich and his new rabbit-eared avatar or 'rabbitar.') Saturday in Opusville: The clubs are getting rowdy.
So there I was, standing halfway up the stairs, still damp from the night, with my snub nose tucked into my waistband. Upstairs, darkness, not a sound. And him.