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No, I Can't Explain... [ Cay Lynn ]

October 15, 2011 - 4:24pm — Bylah
...why everyone seems so vague.

A silly situation, the sort of story she never wanted to be told. She didn't want her flaws, her falters, her failures put on the front page, easily read by the world.

She kept telling herself that the weight of the world wasn't her problem, wasn't something for her to worry about, but as she watched the lives being lived out around her? She couldn't help but wonder if she'd lost something in the translation of that story -

You know, the sad story she'd never wanted told to begin with.

So she stood silently aside, dispassionate gaze on the pathetic little wretches that ran and bleated around her.

It wasn't that she hated them - not really.

It was that she just didn't understand them.

[ consume ] poetry.

October 15, 2011 - 4:24pm — Rutilus
Verdilac's poetry.
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The Escape. ~For Raindrops.

October 14, 2011 - 8:38pm — DEERTH
Under cut ish your glorious story.

It's a bit fail, I'm so sorry, but have fun reading. I tried my best, anyway (As much as I could, I became lazy in some way. >.<).

Edit: Editted your story. Oh, and to add: 152 is referred as a 'he' and 'it', so that was supposed to be there. Eye
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Why do they call you Fisher? {Private RP for TayTay101 and I}~

October 14, 2011 - 1:19am — Splinters
Would anyone like to RP with me? im bored... just go ahead and start.
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The fawn was innocent, peering up with a naive look. "
I am called fisher because of my hooked and
barbed tongue. " He told the young, his broken jaws
parting to reveal a grotesque black and purple tongue.
Sharp little spikes stuck up from his tongue, and little scratches
from the barbs shown on his mask. With one look the fawn shook and stood, backing up from the beast.
As it turned to run, it did not look back. the fawn's little feet padding along the ground. " Shocking. "
Fisher snorted, a frustated stomp of his feet let off dust into the air. His eyes were stuck on the little on as it ran for its life. all he could do was blink and watch. the buck turned tail and walked slowely to the shore of the water. The pool seemed so dark and dreary, his reflection
not a pretty sight. " Am i really all that horrible? " He asked his mirror. Withought a reply the water lapped gentley against his hooves. Everything always went the way he expected. Noone liked him because of that scratchy tongue of his. It scared
off every fawn and doe. If only he had someone to talk to...

questions

October 13, 2011 - 10:59pm — beeby
ok how do I get my own coulers because i can only get different ones if someone gives me one and it only lasts a few mins......why?

[ letters to the failings ] Rutilus.

October 13, 2011 - 9:18pm — Rutilus
I'm gonna buy a gun, shoot everything, everyone
And then I'm coming for you, 'cause it was you that drove me to.

[ and it all boils down to the same old thing ] Rutilus.

October 13, 2011 - 7:17pm — Rutilus
I'd pray to God if there was Heaven
But Heaven seems so very far from here
GingerNut's picture

Lose a Friend. Lose Insanity. - I

October 12, 2011 - 11:14pm — GingerNut
Part one of Act III
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endless forest new

October 12, 2011 - 6:20pm — SOFIA388
my deer is grew up. It has not colors.What i can do???
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The Last Trip

October 12, 2011 - 8:24am — theano
She married young and did all the right things,
Raised the children, loved the man
Life turned upside down
The love that was once pleasure became pain
Unimaginable
Unfullfilling
Dangerous
And one day she ran away
It was the last trip to that house she ever made.

Years continued on as she had to learn a new song
Raising children, loving boyfriends
Just to ease the pain
The love became just physical to stop the longing
Not spiritual
Not soul mate
Not important
And one day she ran away
It was the last trip to those houses she ever made

Her parents aged, and life became an endless service
Caring for parents, raising teenagers
The love became poignant and bittersweet
Death coming
Death watching
Death here
And one day she ran away
It was the last trip to her child home she ever made

A companion strolled in and love happened again
Children grown and gone, new man to hold
The love became deep, rich, and enduring
Life anew
Life fulfilled
Life finally
And one day he went away
It was the last trip to his bed she ever made

Now the years have passed and she is old at last
Grandchildren play, doctor visits untold
The love became for what was in the past
Hospital ways
Hospital days
Hospital
And one day she ran away
It was the last trip she made anywhere
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