BitterSweet Love
I'd kiss you till my lips bled Till my heart cried no more Until the love i hold rips me open But you are not here, absent and void I feel a pulse beneath my skin But am i really alive? How can i continue to exist? Without those arms...
Stalker's Nostalgia
Just arrived from work. Boring job, stressful and tiring.Enough with chores, time to furry internets!I browse some pages,check friends I'm watching.See what they faved, what they said.And find an old drawing from years prior, a couple getting...
Chapter 1: Albino Dreams
The night was cold; a bitter wind blew down the empty streets as the rain rapped against the windows. The clear barriers keeping out the cold from the warm, bright houses; pillars of light cascaded from windows on either side of the street, each house...
S.T.A.L.K.E.R. - Making New Friends
Drugs, sex, violence, murder...this was nothing new to a stalker. i did not indulge in the full range of vices afforded to a stalker, but sometimes getting my fix required a little 'shakedown' of some arrogant dealer.
Stalker(Poem)
You're in my stomach me as happy as could be and what stalker wouldn't be?
Belle's heat. Chapter three
The fox let out a loud sneeze and laid his head back against his locker at school. Andy grumbled and shook his head a bit. He was just getting over a cold that he had the last few days. At the moment he was in school, his friends around him talking...
Stalker
stalker (pt 1) the first thing i saw when i opened my eyes was a smokey sky, the color of charcoal. i slowly sat up, then fell back down. a large, corrugated metal sheet covered my legs.
Stalker
Inside, tanika hummed to herself as she fiddled about in the kitchen, waiting for her stalker to make his move. a soft click followed as the black cat entered the house and closed the door behind him.
The Stalker
You don't realize it at the time, but the monster stuck that image into your permanent memory, and you will never feel safe again.if you've never felt this, there's still a chance the stalker is watching you.
Stalker
The girl's funeral. Her black hair, silken and still, crowned upon her pale face, justifying her beauty, the moonlight shining down on the mourners, played across her face. The marks of the cause. How could this have happened? How could the killer...
The Stalker
You could say it, i'm a stalker. i don't mind it, i'm very discreet about it. in fact no one knows about it, no one knows about my crush, no one knows that i'm even bi. i asked a girl to our prom, a hyena named alyssa.
My dad and my stalker are dating...
Yes, we're talking about a stalker.