Lofty Parapets
Once, long ago on the midway of my life's journey, before my fur was grayed and tattered, I received the perceived joy of being welcomed to visit a friend of mine from childhood as a guest to a feast he was attending. A letter was delivered to my...
Struggling With Inadequacy
Something about splitting wood the old fashioned way was just so, so satisfying. The power of one man was still something to be reckoned with in the early 1800's. It was true that there were machines popping up in the larger cities back east that...
Open me up
**Open me up** Open me up, I am but unlocked, That life turned sour, Should be of no shock. The fruits are shrivelled, Their lies flicker loose, There's no going back: I'll tie my own noose.
At An Airport Bar - An X Rated Poem
The metaphor, you see "fuck the past right in its ass" "but do it lovingly"
Francis
Chapter 1 I am... The steam from the hot bath fills the room, hot water on my fur has always been a delightful treat to me; how it soaks my skin and makes my fur glisten felt heavenly and not trying to exaggerate, I look fairly attractive when wet. I...
Tik Tik's Taxing Adventure 8
You may be a living metaphor, but you're still a vampire!"
Writer's Block
It's not just a writer's worst nightmare, but a metaphor on life. the words are on the tip of the tongue, but they just won't come.
IN THE CITY WHERE THEY PAVED THE ROADS WITH OUR TONGUES AND TEETH
About the digging when your body is a sled hauled by a team of dogs, nothing is metaphorical accept me/us as i/we are or leave we have nothing else but the hilt of this blade blossoming from our ribs, the rotten tooth hidden in our burrow
Thoughts on chaos and order
The concept of chaos in this case is our (metaphorical) begrudging ally and the concept of order is our (metaphorical) enemy. but as with all things there is some grey. a lot of grey.
How to become a fur
There were only a few clouds outside that night, lazily floating across the sky like baby lambs chasing stars. So pure and peaceful, she began drifting off, her eyelids slowly starting to meet. She was thinking about life. The life she had now... was...
Writing Tips vol. 4
Also on the topic of description, make sure you don't mix your metaphors. figure out what feeling you want to lend to a particular scene, and have your metaphors line up with that. otherwise, you send mixed signals to your readers.
Skyscrapers
"except we don't even know what 'why' represents," laine reminds us, chuckling at the ridiculousness of our chosen metaphor. "'what does why mean?' god, we're talking like buddhists."