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The Satyr's EarsBrendon, a satyr, became lonely when Winter settled into his forest. He saw her constantly at the beginning of her reign as she strolled amongst the trees and put wayward dryads to sleep. She was fixed in that those that slept during her time stayed asleep, no exceptions. Winter was a bit OCD about things like that. It was because of her rigid rules he was bored and friendless when she came around. Of course not that Winter cared about a bored and insignificant satyr. The icy woman rather disliked him for his too loud laugh and lively energy that made her sleeping subjects stir. In response Winter therefore made her temporary subjects comatose giving the irritating satyr only deaf ears from the absolute silence.
In return Brendon kept himself entertained by going down to a pond that was popular with the elite Victorian society. It was a secluded place but Brendon’s personal touches made it cozy, attracting the humans in droves. Brendon liked to watch the humans frolic on the ice
Kobra Kobra Kid. It was the truest name he had ever been called, Fun Ghoul thought, when he saw Kobra crouched over his brother’s crumpled body. The peroxide blond man actually snarled at Fun Ghoul when he tried to approach the two. The filthy tangle of his golden hair served only to emphasize the hungry taut lines of his cheekbones, his expression one of fierce ugliness. Fun Ghoul had backed down immediately hands raised in surrender, unnerved at the way Kobra Kid started him down. He was like a cat gone still in readiness to pounce.
Never before had the ebony haired Killjoy seen Kobra Kid react in such a way. It seemed the death of his older brother had unchained a lurking animal from beneath his skin. But never before had there been reason to analyze the sharp glare of malice that flickered in his companion’s eyes after a firefight. Fun Ghoul too felt hatred towards Draculoids and the licensed oppression they stood for.
Philosophical PupThe strongest puppy love I have ever felt so far was in my junior year of high school. I was head over heels for this older man who my friends and I nicknamed “Husband” out of pure silliness. Despite the giggles and butterflies this man ,unbeknownst to him, gave me a safe haven and at the same time silently encouraged me to question the ideas and ideals I did when I spoke to him.
Upon reflection it is amusing at how hopelessly enthralled I had been with “Husband”. A simply glance had my heart fluttering, cheeks flushing and my palms nervously wet. My day brightened simply when I saw him and my friends teased me mercilessly about my particular choice in crush. But I cared not for he was the apple of my eye though in his mind I was no doubt not even a passing thought. Regardless he was kind enough to let me reside in his room as often as I needed so I could finish my homework. This was often my arch nemesis called math.
I not only avoided procrastinat
Close Your EyesSome weeks Daddy wouldn’t get out of bed, and I had to play by myself. I tried to cheer Daddy up with some apple juice and pizza (Mama says my stomach will explode if I eat too much) but he had just smiled and said no thank you Bronx.
Daddy must be sick because he only says no to pizza when he’s full or if he doesn’t feel good, but he hasn’t been eating so maybe he’s really sick. I was a good boy and ate my breakfast, lunch and dinner at the counter in the tall Indian chief chair. I thought if I waited for Daddy at the table he’d come out and eat with me, but I got hungry and ate my cheese sticks and apple juice before he could.
I tried to read Daddy my story about him and Trick at bedtime, but his face got all smooshed up and he told me to go to bed. I cried because Daddy only sends me to bed without a story when I’ve been bad, but I was good today! I even picked up my toys so when he got up he wouldn’t step on my dinosaurs and scold
Curiosity's TouchHe is upon hands and knees
Those strong, broad shoulders
Now handholds as he's flung
Onto his back
Muscled legs thrashing as lithe ankles
Are grasped and immobilized
Dainty curious hands slipping up tight thighs
Firmly grasping and weighing the essence of man
As arms corded with veins
Are firmly bit into by needles
The feeling like a shard of glass
Slicing into the tender skin of his inner elbow
Dark lashes closing over
Lightly luminous brown eyes
That pierce the heart and lungs
Gushing blood and breathlessness
Un roti de Cupidon"Patron.. je suis pas sûr que ça soit une si bonne idée..."
Un bruissement d'ailes presque froufroutant sur sa gauche le fit se retourner d'un bond, mais il ne put percevoir qu'un bref mouvement du coin de l'oeil. Ils étaient rapides, bien trop rapides. Jamais le vieux ne réussirait. De nouveau ce bruit soyeux, semblable à des ailes de tourterelles, mais bien plus proche. Dans son esprit il pouvait les voir, tournant au dessus de sa tête comme autant de vautours prêts à la curée.
Le bruit assourdi des détonations résonna et tout autour d'Emmanuel une pluie de plumes commença à virevolter tandis que cinq bruits sourds accompagnaient la chute d'autant de corps autour de lui.
"Ramasse les, petit. On a encore du boulot."
Avec une grimace mi admirative, mi dégoûtée, le jeune homme se mit au travail, enfilant des lourds gants de cuir pour se protéger. Son sup
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