Short-Stories

Clip-clop. Clip-clop. Clip-clop. The sound of the hooves on the hard floor. It was a sound she had heard before, for many weeks of her short life. Ragnvit liked the sound. She liked everything about horses; their size, their smell. Their strength. Their beauty. Ragnvit liked being in the stable near Father's barracks, tending the horses. Feeding and watering them. Brushing them with care. One of the troopers had given her a brush to keep, and she used it on the horses. She wanted a horse for her very own. But Ragnvit had only 10 winters, and could not buy one herself. Ragnvit's yearday had been two days ago. Mother had asked her what she wanted for presents. She had said, "I want a pony, Mother." But Mother had looked stern, and said, "Little girls have no need for a pony. Nor do noble ladies. No, they do not. You will be a proper lady when you grow up." She had pouted and cried, and Mother had held her. Comforted her. But little 10 year old Ragnvit knew Mother would not

Forage: Exchanger Hurts My eyes started opening up and I find myself staring onto the wall in front of me. I lies upon the cold grounds below, within a square spaced room with only the door behind me. Here, everything was silent that I just hear the loud ringing in my own ear. I yawned after some time before raising myself up to my own feet. Dusting anything that had latched onto my own fur and looked around once more. The room that I was in was empty. Not a single thing was located here. It was sad really, for I had wondered if I could find something useful that would aid me into finding my chief. But I just shake my head and turned around. Eyeing upon the door in front of me, I had started to walk forth. Till I reached the door. I grabbed onto the handle and tilted it down. A click was heard and at the instant, the door was opened for me. I went through the door. The first thing I had noticed was how big the other side of the door was. Thousands of rows of whatever contains upon

Tongue song It's about feeling invaded and discomforted by sex from a female perspective Really all about the way you say that you love me sister and not sure about sex Rant to speak to shout at length in an angry impassioned way verbality accost This is much funny being a freak show Dont be so uptight Do you you really want to fuck with me fok ta polizei F.T.P Deeper you think nature of the fruit darker the juice SPLORT Watch me because you are leaving today not here tomorrow It makes me feel like you love me love to feel you fuck you Fat white bitch hanging out white anus like an elephant trap [A-DAY.] bag up your ass bump bum bum bum up your butt Hairy MWAR bush monster poison honey raw blood wine Nomadic dark velvet big vulva big tongue pussy fluid blood Bananas are good for your pancreas soft flesh burst SPLORT Tongue song mad honey say that you love me sister / lover Sky looks like concrete sun made out of ice skin on your cock No home no faces lost and it all stops

“Whoa, too cool.” Johnny said his body transformed into giant proportions when compared to the scrawny look he had before. “Can you get a load of this?” Johnny looked at his twin sister’s; they could only look at each other blankly, like they were standing in the mirror. “I really like the definition I have gained, the muscular.” Johnny twisted his body into a pose that lifted his chest, and he pumped and grabbed his arms in front of him. The mass was so overwhelming that it brought a few tears to his eyes. It was beautiful, Johnny thought, wondering how he had ever lived before. “Notice the hard ridge of hills that form on my arms when I squeeze my hands together.” Johnny said, looking at his arms over the large, defined muscles that might as well have been made of iron because of their sheer definition and power. He stayed in that position until his body started to coat his body with a clear coat of his power, also known as sweat. “My abs can be seen right through my black shirt

The moon Selune was high in the sky, the Tears following her in her orbit. There were few clouds, and her silver light bathed the land. It revealed a landscape of high grass and a few stunted and twisted trees. A ravine could be seen a distance away. Schantzsy could see shadows. Shadows in the moonlight. These shadows were moving. They were about 50 yards away. The shadows seemed man shaped, and man sized. They numbered about 30. They were moving towards the ravine. Schantzsy watched them from behind a bush. She had awakened during the night, with a sense of something nearby. Looking about silently, she had noted the shadows. Whatever they were. Schantzsy chewed on a blade of grass as she considered. The shadows were too far away to identify with certainty. It was likely they were orcs or goblins. Orcs were more likely, since goblins were shorter than the shadows seemed. It was also possible the shadows were cast by others. Traders, or merchants. Or Cormyreans, here

Foreage: Overfailing I was running through the plains; heavy panting from my own breath as my eyes narrowed upon the horizon; gazing at the gates of the canine realm before me. It was dark. Pure darkness all around me that it was rather impossible to see anything around without coming in up close. Yet the softest of winds blew against my fur as I continued running the length through; reaching already upon the gates before me where I had immediately entered through it. My eyes were opened; yet my visions were only upon the grounds at the time. I find myself staring down the road’s horizon before me. Looking to the first intersection at a distance. Buildings were around me; forming a huge wall that reached upon the skies, obstructing the moon from ever showing itself however. This had casted a great shadow upon the road before me and prevented me from being able to see anything else other than the empty road. So I had decided to take the risk and walked the length of the road forward

"Vixen of the Dead" Even after all the work to return people's emotions, several crystals hung on the palace wall, glinting with red anger or purple fear. Their colorful, almost flirtatious, display only occasionally captured the diners' attentions. Queen Raynfall enacted this "criminal therapy" as an ill-advised attempt to protect Glacialane, even helping herself with her newfound remedy. But instead of ruling more logically, she slumped. Without emotion, there was no logical reason to care about survival. Cyras sat at her right, eyeing her over the sea of food. When she fought the queen, her will won out—her battle prowess was insufficient—but even after Queen Raynfall admitted her wrongdoing, the rebuilding process took time. Honestly, if the Queen's cabinet didn't notice she was depressed, then the chefs should have. The dining lounge was filled with offerings to the altar of Raynfall in the form of fatty cakes drizzled with chocolate. Vanilla wafers. Cocoa sprinkles. She

I'm staring at a blank page Trying to set up a stage Dust bunnies rolling through my brain Their giggling at my pain Texting friends about a rave Setting up a party on my grave Goodbye to my thoughts Call the church, set up the cross We have a struggle going on here What's going on in there!? I'm staring at a blank page My thoughts that need to rearrange Oh, no, not that song Oh no, they're using my ideas to play ping pong Please stop, make it stop I'll never get anything written up Dust bunnies, that it, that right I'm ready to start fight I'm staring at a blank page Hitting keys in a mad rage The dust bunnies cry-oh no, oh no, no, no, no! The dust bunnies cry-oh no, oh no, no, no, no! You know what? I don't care Otherwise, I won't get anywhere These bunnies think they got swagger I'll show them they're plainer than a soda cracker I'm telling them to get the heck out Swinging my head, I shout I've had enough of this drought Take your rave, and the heck out I'll be forcing

Exorcism (from Ancient Greek ἐξορκισμός (exorkismós) 'binding by oath') is the religious or spiritual practice of evicting demons, jinns, or other malevolent spiritual entities from a person, or an area, that is believed to be possessed Length of life unacceptable I dont enjoy living someone elses life When you die you die you only live once You are creating me my human being memory If you die I die kill yourself and I wont exist You are existing and living in your own Hell You are recreating things that dont exist You have to believe in what other people believe in If you dont you will not be somebody or human being Because you dont exist and they dont believe in you I only exist because im in other people in your mind That you can see and only you think exist Only you think I exist kill yourself and I wont exist And I will die Exorcism Dedicated to the service of the Church of Satan and its followers #Marquis #Accoster

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Habits a settled or regular tendency or practice especially one that is hard to give up 10 habits of successful people who never work hard perfect time to concentrate involve only conscious effort like getting up early every day Others such as becoming organized The national curriculum is a set of subjects and standards used by primary and secondary schools so children learn the same things It covers what subjects are taught and the standards children should reach in each subject in a traditional manner In brief postmodernists claim that many of the practices and preconditions of politics in the modern world are being undermined by technological organizational social and above all cultural changes which create discontinuities incongruity dissonance fragmentation and dissensus steering your mind to a productive useful goal so you can reach the greatest port in the world peace of mind All in the mind psychosomatic Of a physical illness or other condition caused or aggravated by a mental

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