The Fawn and The FoxHe wrote a poem onceAbout a fox, lost in his own little worldSpiralling out of this world. A harsh world it was.A brave world it was.There are two sides to every coin, Two sides to every tale. She wrote a poem onceAbout a fawn who met a fox.An odd foxA smiling fox. The fox was lostBut the fawn would not let fox goThrough trial and errorAnd winds and waterThe fawn and the fox go.
Oh, What to do with the PeopleOh what to do with the people who are ignorant?What to do with the people who cry wolf?The clock ticks tocks on and on,Not stopping for a single soul.Miracles happen to those who want,Not to those who need.We live in an odd world my friends, my darlings.A world of aches and pains,Of life and death. We live this life once, and everything is a rolling circle,Driven by the same force.
White Wolf's FlightThe white wolf runs,Through winter snow so pure,As the raven caws,And the owl flies,On a winter night,So dark, and so light.
Funny Collie, Sleepy TabbyDogFunny CollieLoud, bubbly, rambunctiousExcited, hyper, Lazy, shyCalm, watching, playingSleepy TabbyCat
Tino's VlogTino sat in his room, his violet eyes locked with a pair of black ones. The little wire-haired dog's curly tail waved back and forth, its butt in the air. Tino moved and tapped the dog's left paw, making it look left. Then he tapped its right paw, making it jump right. The dog jumped on him and he laughed, "Hanatamago!" He smiled as the little white dog licked his cheek. It was the middle of summer, and he was incredibly bored, seeing how everyone either lived in town or a long ways away. He couldn't wait until school stared, then he could see Berwald and his other friends. At the end of the school year, he had managed to convince Berwald hel
In the London RainIt was around 7:30 P.M, and Arthur was walking home from a world meeting. He glanced up at the sky with tired green eyes; the sky was full of bleak gray clouds, just threatening to let out a downpour at any moment. He sighed, "I'm so glad I forgot my umbrella today…" He said sarcastically, just as the sky boomed with thunder.Almost immediately, large, fat drops of rain began to pour down from the sky, bouncing off people's rooftops and their umbrellas. He sighed then felt the drops stop hitting his shoulders. He looked to his side and was surprised to see Alfred holding an umbrella over his head. "You should've brought an umbrella!" He
Playground AnticsIt was around 11:30 a.m. when the first graders were let out for recess. Ivan ran out onto the playground gleefully, looking for his first grade love, Yao. He easily spotted the dark haired boy on the swing set, holding onto his small panda stuffed animal. Ivan ran over to him, stumbling over his own two feet every other step. "Yao-Yao!" He shouted happily, claiming the swing next to his "boyfriend." "Ivan!" Yao shouted, swinging higher on the swing. "I'm gonna push you!" Ivan giggled, jumping off his swing and running behind Yao. "Nooo!" Yao whined, dragging his feet in the gravel to slow the swing down. "Da!" Ivan smiled, shoving Yao forwar
The Shepherd and the HerderAkimbo was not like the rest of his pack. His brother was a large, grey-brown wolf with piercing tawny eyes and strong muscles. Akimbo was small, as an understatement, he had one blue eye and one green eye, and a red and white coat with black paws. He wasn't very strong, he had never been, but he was very manipulative. He could control others with his gaze and words. It made the male-wolves angry and sharp, it made the she-wolves crazy and lovestruck. But Akimbo's father, it enraged him, to the point of where he sent his own son away.Akimbo as a lone wolf now, was always hungry. He could hunt, but only small things: rabbits, gophers, and so
It's Three Years Now Three years ago, Sherlock jumped. Three years ago, Moriarty shot. Three years ago, John carried Sherlock's casket. At first, John had been in denial, believing that Sherlock hadn't really died, and that he was out there somewhere, that this was all just a clever ruse. That he was playing along with Moriarty's game. He had texted Sherlock's phone, and gotten a number no longer in service text back. It hurt. So much. Despite the void in his heart and life, despite everything Sherlock had said before he jumped, he believed that his friend had been no fake. How could he have been?! John just couldn't believe it was all a lie. After the wo
Stuck in Salad Bar LimboIt was like any ordinary school day; everyone wanted to go home as soon as they got there. All twenty of us were sitting in our fourth period English class, the bell just about to ring. The boy sitting next to me ask what was for lunch.Deli sandwiches.The whole class immediatly groaned as though they had all instantly been changed into zombies. The bell rang and everyone jumped up and bolted out of the classroom and down the crowded hallway. Except for me, I stood waiting paitently for my friend as he shoved his English notebook into his backpack. "LET'S GO!" He shouted, walking out the door quickly. I followed him from one end of the bui
WolvesWolvesWild, freeRunning, loving, protectingWild as can beCanis Lupus
WinterWhite wolves bound through pure snow,While crimson cardinals watch from above.Inside the city,Cossack dancers dancing on the square.Snowflakes flutter down,Outside my window.As the wolves howlMiles away.Towering Kremlin buildings,Fleece blankets on the market,The sweet smell of spice cake-Maybe this is just the beginning.
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