| A novel I am writing based on werewolf type genre written in first person. Most of this isn't proof read so excuse any small grammer and spelling mistakes but please feel free to correct any noticeable mistakes for me. |
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Silent MusicI flow with the wind like a green maple leaf Delicately floating around I dangle or twirl dance in the wind wings beating fast Arms movingSilent Music
rhythmically to the music the silent song of my soul. Mixtures of leaves and fairies dance and shine twirl and glisten in their own world A world of music a place of cheer The dance floor of the spirits
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ClashWhen urges control deeper emotion our state of mind withers (a) flower below zero &Clash
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Colliding DesiresResting upon my refined self shifting to and fro from essence to unseen Emit or withhold this cloaked intimacy beloved before passion sincere or harmful my soul knows notColliding Desires
Opportunity arises from unheard depths regard this voice, a messenger emerging from bliss pursuing dreams deficient of goals Reality within his rule
Brilliant devotion within my reach collecting broken love from dusty foundation ov
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The Folk Novel
The Folk: Chp1Chapter One: A Wolf in Men's ClothingThe Folk: Chp1
I was him. He was young, probably still in school and the looks that could kill, literally. His dirty blond hair and hazel brown eyes only added to his charm. This boy was who I was looking for. I usually wasn't into younger men but this one was good looking and if he dressed right could pass for twenty-five. If I had to pretend to like him to get to him, I would. I could tell it was him because I had instincts that far surpassed most humans. I was a lycanthrope, but not any lycanthrope. I was a werecat. To be more precise I was a cougar. Literally at this very moment I was a cougar hitting o
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The Folk: Chp 2Chapter Two When I finally finished the boy gave me an extra helmet he had brought. Trying to be cool I took my hair out of the elastic that held it back, I put it up to work on the vehicles, and plopped the helmet on. In the end it looked like cousin It was underneath the gear rather than a woman. He smirked at me, stupid coy little smile of his.The Folk: Chp 2
I hopped onto the back of his bike, I admired it. He did have a nice taste for machines. When he turned it on I thought it sounded great, thanks to me of course. I fixed a few tweaks here and there even though they weren't my problem. I can't help fixing things up to here t
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The Folk: Chp 3Chapter ThreeThe Folk: Chp 3
The silence ended when we reached his apartment door. He slid in his key, it looked like a skeleton key though the door and lock looked new, I thought it was suspicious but to each their own I guess. "So Miss tell me your name, what the hell is your name?" I blushed slightly. We've been hanging out all day and he doesn't even know my name. Fantastic. "How about we keep it anonymous." In about two seconds we went from chilling inside his door to him holding me up against the opposite wall by the throat. "Your apartment looks great fro this view," I said breathlessly. He smiled and released his grip on my jugula
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The Folk: Chp4Chapter FourThe Folk: Chp4
Joshua left the room momentarily to grab a towl to wrap myself in. I stretched out on his floor removing the kinks. Turning back doesn't seem to work as smoothly as becoming an animal, sometimes bones and muscles don't seem to be in the right place. I'm sure they really are. When Josh came back I wrapped myself in the towel. It was an oversized warm blanket of warm fuzz. He showed me where his bathroom was and allowed me to be the first to take a shower, I was hot sweaty and my hair was a mess. The warm water felt great against my skin. What could have taken two minutes took nearly half an hou
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Society is an asexual predator
a virus, a manifest that cannot be stopped
and all in the way will perish
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Tools of the trade: Maya 7.0, Shake 4.1, Photoshop CS3 Extended, Final Cut Studio 2, Boris Red 3GL
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Society is an asexual predator
a virus, a manifest that cannot be stopped
and all in the way will perish
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Tools of the trade: Maya 7.0, Shake 4.1, Photoshop CS3 Extended, Final Cut Studio 2, Boris Red 3GL
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The Beauty of Horror,The Horror of Beauty.
pink is not rock n roll bitches
musings on wannabe porn stars to a friend. I don't think even a zombie could find brains on this chick....:iconzombieplz:
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Society is an asexual predator
a virus, a manifest that cannot be stopped
and all in the way will perish
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The Beauty of Horror,The Horror of Beauty.
pink is not rock n roll bitches
musings on wannabe porn stars to a friend. I don't think even a zombie could find brains on this chick....:iconzombieplz:
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Tools of the trade: Maya 7.0, Shake 4.1, Photoshop CS3 Extended, Final Cut Studio 2, Boris Red 3GL
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