My Tragedy
Trapping me these shackles are not the type that you can see and i am drifting now left waiting for a common ground that'll never be reality chorus my mouth's been sewn closed my eyes long glued shut my mind is the canvas wicked nightmares and fatasies
Fatasy
_Buck Johnson._ The very name sent chills down Fayin's spine. Sprawled on the twin-size bed in her two-bedroom apartment, her thoughts drifted lethargically in the direction of the deer that had so often occupied her mind. She'd been hooked...
Behind the Closed Door
I have a lot of fatasys, and this is another one that i have been thinking about involving my mate and i.. i did not use his name, but i did use my own characters name.
Stained Purity Chapter 2
# Chapter 2: A branch in the forest Ramirez looked into her eyes, they were deep blue with a glance of hope, they were beautiful. Her scales were purely white, with a hint of silver when you looked closely, the scales looked rather soft and...