Obsidian Flow-PrologueA train rumbled past abandoned farmland, more or less went through its route unnoticed. For the passengers on board, not much was visible other than the night sky.The moon, only a crescent in the sky did its best to illuminate the land below, but still came up short.The night became a void, pierced only by the twinkle of stars sending their light across the universe. Even those became lost by the occasional obscurity of drifting clouds. A few found the mystery of the night sky relaxing, and others only wanted to reach their destination. All of the passengers were tired, and greatly desired sleep. This task was made all the easier by the dimmed lights of the cabins.Obsidian Flow-Prologue by LeFarnz
Those conducting were grateful to the passengers who had decided to lose themselves in space or sleep the rest of the journey. Even so, the middle of the week tended to allow leisure as people had obligations to keep. Thus, many of the seats occupied were dominated by businessmen and drifters. One conductor took a glan
GenerationI share these dotted linesGeneration by DylanSeto
with the voices a crooked
generation. gone like the wind,
I am amidst a tornado,
learn to navigate space and time
among fleeting moments. degenerates.
Men Are Slaves FOREVERMen Are Slaves FOREVER by Matriarchy-Rules
Life seemed well on Earth. The LGBTQ community had finally been granted equal rights. People of color as well as furries had also been granted equal rights, many of which were even involved with politics, Hugh Royerberry, the 68th president of the US, was openly gay and a well known member of the furry community.
At his inauguration ball he said "For too long, homosexuals and furries have been discriminated against. For Far too long furries have been beaten and treated unfairly in the workplace. I stand here before you, the people, the vloggers...you are the true heroes. You are the ones who said no to hate speech."
He leaned over to his partner and gives him a big kiss. "Now that I'm president that means I can do THAT whenever I want!" His partner laughed, rubbing his cheek with his hand.
"I will now put on my fursuit, hopefully, for the LAST time!" said President Royerberry.
One of the presidential aides presented the 68th president with his fursuit, and he began to put it on. It was
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Hi Everyone!! Bienvenidos (mira bajo)
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Bienvenidos, personas de paises como España, Nicaragua, Argentina, Colombia, Costa Rica, Puerto Rico, y otras al grupo "Writing-4-Life" un collecion va a hacer creado despues de 2011. ¿Es posible nos da tus poemas y historias?
Gaze the SkyTo create is the essence of life. So was written by a Roman, who since long only his withered bones remain. Who his name was, Leo have already forgotten, even though he just closed his eleventh-grade world history textbook and stuffed it inside his bag. Everything were forgotten with the ring of the bell, including the sleepiness during the whole time the boring old history teacher lectured, because after the bell has rung, there is freedom.Gaze the Sky by INH99
Except for that one sentence. Why? He did not understand. Was it because it was poetic? Surely not. There was something, something buried for long, inside him which was talking.
The dry smell of dust and wood. Piercing eyes, watching. His clothes soaking from perspiration.
He shook his head. Why must he remember that event? Leo stood from his seat and slung his bag. He scanned his surroundings. In the class, there were only several students left at the very back, doing some form of project, whatever it was—even if that project w
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