Brunhilda

Brunhilda Ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-kachunk-kachunk Sherman couldn't believe that Clive had talked him into this. While other kids were out trick-or-treating or going to Halloween parties, they were stowing away on an old timey passenger train. He...

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A Gentle Rustling of Leaves

A wind, gentle and chilling, swept through the discarded leaves on the forest floor. Autumn was here once again in the realms of mortal men. But there are realms beyond that of those that can be perceived with the naked eye. Truly here, is where our...

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Ode to the Gay Bar I Was Too Chickenshit to Go To

Ode to the Gay Bar I Was Too Chickenshit to Go To I heard you closed recently I'd never been, but always told myself Someday I'll go and see what it's about Pandemic was given as cause As pronouncement of death One more thing the plague took from...

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Blue Skies Wizard

The land of Ransol has always been known for its pleasant sunny weather. People come from all over the land to enjoy the sun and socialize. Not to mention how well the flowers grew in the warmth of its comforting rays. Even the townspeople of Ransol...

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How Often Do You Ask?

How Often Do You Ask? Ashes to ashes Dust to dust Fuel for the fire And bones meant to rust And from that ash Am I reborn? Clad in scales And a great deal of scorn? Ashes to ashes Dust to dust Fuel for the fire And bones meant to...

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Writing is Magic

Magic is a tricky thing to define Like Love it defies one concrete explanation And I find that what Magic is to me changes day to day But I know for certain writing is magic Magic is often thought of as a conjuring Or sleight of hand But I...

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The Snow Remembers

The Snow Remembers The village of Bazrio was a small encampment on the outskirts of the mountains of Tam'ra. The land used to be lush and green but ever since the old inhabitants moved away it became a land of ice and snow. Some villagers believe...

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Forest

Forest I love the forest, but the forest does not love me. I protect her, but she bites back at me at every turn. She does not want me here. She knows my kind. She must protect what is left of her. I know this, so the nettles sting less. But...

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Disconection

I tend to feel like myself, most Times I wake up and I can't tell That anything is different. Truth Be told there isn't a difference at all. I want to think that He is other than me But, deep down I know we are tied Together. I pull away and...

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Dragon Haiku: Storms of Old

This is a repost from Furaffiinty: Storms of Old Thunder crashing down Rushing wind and rain strike out Against tired earth Man talks of mighty Storms that shake the ground around Their tiny feeble feet Have they forgotten? The skies...

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A Seldom Heard Knock

This story is a repost from Furaffinity: So this is something I've been wanting to do for a while now. As well as giving more information about my fursona, this story was a great way to work out some recent creative frustrations. It's not a long...

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Fear's a State of Mind, or is it Body?

Repost from my furaffinity account: Fear's a State of Mind, Or is it Body? The trees whisked by in the limo's windows as Alan was driven to his destination. The estate that the hospital sat on was enormous. Much bigger than even his employers...

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