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The Jeweled Crown ExcerptChapter 1:
The map crinkles underneath massive paws as it is splayed out across a table. "We start here." Says a deep voice. The Jasce behind him growls and steps forward, revealing her pretty tiger face. "But Yrva, how are we to get there with no provisions, no mounts, and all of our soldiers are wounded? We will need time to recuperate!" She snarls at Yrva, who was curling his upper lip into a snarl. The tiger snapped around and growled "I say what and when we do something, Gresca, do NOT defy my word." The female Jasce flattened her ears and bared her teeth. She did not argue, but simply sank back into the shadows. "Go, all of you. Go tell all the others we leave tomorrow at sunrise." He ordered all of the other lingering Jasces. They scattered out of the tent and immediately reported to captains and soldiers.
"But why would he do such a thing?" A Cougar Jasce questioned another. The jaguar replied "He's been blinded by blood, only Val' de can help him now." The cougar sighs and tur
I want...I want to love you,
I want to have your tender lips touch mine,
I want your love to belong to me,
I want your love,
I want to know you like me back,
I want to feel your soft arms around me,
I want you to caress my hair and look me in my eyes,
I want to tell you that I love you without being afraid,
I want you to know I care,
I want you to meet my eyes, without me shying away,
I want to know your love as if it were my own,
I want you...
Matrix and MaxineMy fur ripples like grass on the plains, swaying with the breeze. I look out in the distance, looking for something unknown, unseen.
"What's on your mind?"
A voice says beside me. I turn my head to face Matrix, his black fur shines softly with the setting sun. I shrug and let my hot pink hair fall in my eyes. The red markings above and below his eyes lift as he knits his eyebrows together. "Come on, Maxine." He growls softly. I look at him tenderly. There's not much for me to say, so I stand and flick my midnight blue tail at him. He growls again steps in front of me. I glare at Matrix, flattening my pierced ears. "Move, you stubborn furball." I growl under my breath. The black wolf stands his ground, I growl. This was why we never got along well.
I launched my self over him, he yelped in surprise. Letting my legs fly under me, I carry myself away, to the forest. I can hear Matrix pursuing me, but even he knows he can't catch up. But he has the advantage. He's durable, I am not. As my
Gently AloneSilent paws tread lightly over the earthen ground, they belong to me. The soft dirt moves with my feet as I walk through the forest of loneliness. My tail drags behind me, I ignore the dirt that collects in the midnight fur.
The hot pink hair on my forehead sways as I hang my head low, as if I was depressed. But I'm not. It's called deep thought, and loneliness.
Have you ever felt it, when you need someone's shoulder to cry on, and they weren't there?
Have you ever felt it, when the love of your life knows you care, but they don't mind?
Have you ever felt it, when your stitched heart rips open again with searing pain?
I bet you haven't, which is why I'm afraid. Alone.
on old sanzu - absolutely true fictionlast fall i stole my friend down by the tama river. we sang. we danced. we skipped dead fish like rocks and watched them get swallowed by the undertow. we got sick off of bad chinese food and went skinny-dipping and then a week later she drowned herself.
her uncle was a yakuza, i think, but he really just wanted to be al pacino or something. anyway, she loved him a lot. maybe that’s why she went down the way she went down; cement shoes. not real cement, but it was the same idea. she had two cloth bags with yellow-painted cinderblocks inside, and they were tied to her ankles like the prisoners’ chains from o brother where art thou.
in my mind’s eye i can see her, limping dreadfully close to the edge of the current, her left hand gripping at her breasts through a loose t-shirt. kneeling by the wastelands, elbows in the gravel, crawling forward out into the water. angry like a dermis under wool, all teeth and salt and sand. sleepy, submissive, sublimated.
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