The great lion ignored the flashing lights that blinded him. He decided that the cold shoulder was the best solution and eventually the crowd left. He shook his mane thinking good riddence, but soon started feeling lonely. His pride was no where in site. He gazed across the area and would see a number of other animals. He laid back down in wait.
Hiding in the shadows, wolfgirl darted between the shafts of light without being seen. The scent of humans filled her nostrils and kept her fears alive. Peeking around the corner she watched as they went about their daily living completely unaware of her kind. Crawling on all fours she slid behind the couch and hunkered in cool anticipation of her prey. Soon the lady came in and sat down just in front of her. Slowly.. silently she raised to her haunches and leapt over the couch circling her arms around the unsuspecting neck. Her mom giggled in surprise and said "Honey, you know it's a school night. Quit playing and go do your homework!"
"Old bear, are we not friends anymore?" The young alpha wolf asked form across the river divided between them. She wasn't around that often to talk she kept her pack running constantly. She didn't even notice the old bear had slipped by her. Was there even a second glance. She didn't know. She ran him down and found him across the roaring river. "Have I done something to wrong you? Or have you just simply decided I'm not a good friend anymore?" The old bear just simply stood and watched as she then ran off like any confused youngster would.
Ah, the wonderful Rebel. A mysterious young woman, she is well attuned to supernatural occurrences. So much so, that one day, a ghost passed right through her. Of course, nobody saw the ghost, and it seemed like she was the only person to actually see and feel the ghost go through her. That is, until one day, her potential love interest told her that he had also seen the ghost. Together, they went on a mission to banish all ghosts from the land. They returned years later and were hailed as heroes. Yay for them!
Circles was jamming on his guitar one day, trying to write a song for his kitten. He skyped with her all day and all night, that he was very tired to write. But eventually he got everything done, and performed the song he wrote to his one true love.
Each time we chat, I find myself smiling as she reveals herquick wit. There are many layers to this young woman. She inspires my writing. For those following My Little Mystery, she has been of great help in that series. Her friendship has great meaning to me.
I just keep hopping from place to place.
I never stay too long.
I just keep moving singing a song.
So you better stop me if you want to chat.
Or you will never know where I am at.
He leaped from pad to pad in his lily pond. The water was smooth like glass, reflecting his image back to him. Small and slippery, with a crown to boot. This prince was dashing and fun.
she one to take up arms to help her friends. always the young lady, with a quick reply. underneath her heart if gold pumps with the youth of tomorrow.
knowing what I do, I am happy for the future. for she is our future.
Fuzzy Has a heart of gold.
He's sensitive and kind.
Take his friends seriously and doesn't like meanies.
The Big Lion gets up early, to catch some pancakes at a diner.
May he have, a wonderful, WONDERFUL DAY.
When You Don't Feel Like Smiling, Smile Anyway
Burnt is very cheeky and funny. He does amuse me, I enjoy his sarcasm and his attempts at Swahili (even though he doesn't always make sense.. lol... but then, my attempts at Afrikaans aren't much better)
He is happy and cheerful and he gave me 2 tins of All Gold baked beans!
be-dub dub-er-tut-er-ah ... can't create anything new about AD...its ALL been said in the past.
Snoop was walking around one summer's morning, watching the sun rise high into the sky. An aroma so rich suddenly engulfed him, and he realized some one had baked muffins. He followed the scent to a prim little house and throught the window he saw AD pulling out a fresh batch.
You again? Hmmm.. struggle as she might it wouldn't come off. She pawed and growled and clawed at it mightily. Leaping high in the air her howl rattled windows three blocks away. It was useless. All of her efforts failed to release her from this torment. Flea collars. Yuck!!
Larry sat down pensively in front of the computer screen in a futile attempt to write another poem for Stories Space. In a moment, his thoughts drifted back to a fiery red head he knew back in high school, long before he met his wife Denise. As he began to type, the heat and passion of the past made their way onto the page. Luckily, Larry typed into his laptop, for if he had used paper, the sheer heat of the words would have burned up the page. When he was done with his work, he realized his latest piece may not be suited for a site so blue, so he ventured over to a site as red as the hair of that long lost flame.
I once knew a drinker who had a moderating problem...
Alan stubs out Camel after Camel into his already overflowing butt tray. Sitting around in his 3 day old tighty whities and his torn wife-beater he scratches at his nethers and belches. His bottle of Benchmark is nearly empty. Tap.. tap.. tap.. well another word done.. how many does that make now? Oh shit. Four! A measly four damn words! Then it occurred to him. The library closed an hour ago. They probably want him to leave.
He Impresses Me With The Use Of His Words.
He Amuses As He Teache's.
Impressive Character, Elegantly Witty. If That Makes Any Sense.
Creative, Very Creative ...
Wise, Experienced.
Is that enough for a paragraph....
When You Don't Feel Like Smiling, Smile Anyway
No limits on what to write, he constructs his stories with a sense of elegance. Each sentence crafted perfectly in his mind, and creates something different and unique. With his creative mind he can make just about anything possible.
Short huffs of breath show in the brisk winter air. The white wolfs paws making prints in the snow. Her narrowed eyes scan the land, looking for any signs of prey on the harsh tundra, not one once of meat in sight for a hunt. Hungry and cold the white wolf wanders, in search of food, slowly forgetting the pack she broke away from. Too coddled and trapped she felt under their rein, but now she wonders if it was a mistake. Surely she'd have food by now if she were capable of being on her own. She doesn't give up however, her drive and strong will pushing her to take steps in the right direction. She walks for what seems days to come across a pack of reindeer. She lowers her head and ears down, concentrating on who first to take down. As they walk around, a few of the children play in the snow, she ignores them completely. There wouldn't be enough meat on their bones for half a meal. The Mother of what me be one of the babies walks over, a slight limp in her step. Wounded the wolf sees, and she's quite large too. She retains the urge to throw her head back and bay for her pack, instead she creeps forward, ducking behind the few trees that lie next to the pack, keeping invisible. She knew once she found a reliable source she wouldn't need the pack. She grins to herself, thinking of how they must think she's dead on her own. Wit that she takes a leap of faith, her claws sinking victory....
Up upon the highest peak, she peers into the void that swallowed the land. The last survivor, the only hope left, the final stand before all is lost. In her hands is the key to save what was left and must be activated inside the void, to reverse it's effects. She spreads her magnificent wings. The sun behind her shining through like tinted glass. With a deep breath she prepares herself. She jumps and glides down into the heart of the void, the fate of the world lays in her hands.
''Driven By Nature's Most Mysterious Force'', she suffers and shines and brings hope and change to all who hears and sees
She knows not what power she posseses...
Expanding her imagination, creativity and talent .
Steadily creating the rest of her new world.
Step by step, day by day. She's one Rebel who'll never go astray.
Thank You for your Kind,
Heart warming words.
When You Don't Feel Like Smiling, Smile Anyway
With meaningful words that slice though the reader, and explosive way of articulating his ideas. He creates the world through stories and conveys them to others. More and more I see him improve in his works. More and more I am outstanded by his works. Truely one of the greats.
"does no one like this game?" cried the small white wolf. the old bear had gone missing, the lion hasn't been seen for days. the others faded away like ghosts making the poor alpha leader wondering, should I leave here too, or wait till someone decided to play with me?
The old bear watches the young white wolf from a distance. Her coat glistening in the sun as she forages for food. Off in the distance he hears a lion roar. He knew she would be safe again.
The old bear woke up one morning. His coat shaggy and thick. Frost was on the ground, winter fast approaches. He shakes himself off and steps out for his daily hunt.
The she wolf hunkered between the tree fall as the snow fell. The fresh kill at her feet. She looks up as the old bear hobbles away. His ancient body forgotten by better days. The snow falling was a white curtain slowly engulfing the old bear before her eyes. She watches as he stumbles and regains his feet. Then as if in a dream he disappears into the flurry. She knew she would never see him again.
He weaves his craft, scared by the horrid nightmares that keep him up through the night. Waking him with a bead of sweat on his brow and his heart in his throat. He had dreamt the last dream that would cause him such pain, so here he sits, weaving his craft. He smiles his delight, hanging his creation on the back of his headboard, determined the 'dreamcatcher' will help him through is slumber. He closes his eyes once more and falls into a deep, peaceful, sleep.
The rain steadily poured from the heavens, but she didn't notice. She was face to face with a shewolf. The target of the bounty she wishes to claim. With her swords at the ready, she heard it's ghostly howl, calling to her pack, that the battle's begun. The ninja girl was not shaken by the armada of wolves, her eyes narrowed on the white wolf. Then she had a thought that maybe she had it all wrong. So instead, she sheathed her blade and watched as the rain poured on.
Her free-spirited nature had gotten the best of her this time. She stands, smiling mischievously at the train wreck she'd caused. She' only meant to scare a few folks, she didn't think the conductor was going to miss the turn and flip the train. Although being a rebel fills her with glee, she was happy no one was hurt.
Mysterious guest, unknown when he or she came and when they left. Doesn't have a face, doesn't have a persona. Just everyone and no one. The guest just lurks then leaves. And in the forums there is a trailnof his endenvors.
