Drawn to Life Drawn to Death 1 by RicochetRay, literature
Literature
Drawn to Life Drawn to Death 1
There are many stories to be told but this one is special. This is our story.
Once, in the land of humans, there lived a special one, always drawing. To us, he is the creator. The creator of everything. Long before we, the Raposa, existed, there was the Book Of Life, the design of the creator. The creator drew everything in this book and brought it into existence. From the beautiful forest of our world to the world itself. Even we, the Raposa, were drawn by the creator's hand. But that's all changed now, the darkness is creeping in and the creator has abandoned us. There's no more need for this book anymore there's no more need for us
Wilfre's Side of the Story by Seraphyna-12105, literature
Literature
Wilfre's Side of the Story
*Schh!* "Aaugh!" A darkish colored raposa cried out as he felt a sharp edge slice into his shoulder. The shadowy fog-like goo around him protected him from normal attacks, but of course, was no match for the Legendary Sword's power, which had been doubled, for the hero was wielding it.
The raposa fell to the ground, keeping a firm grip on his shoulder as he doubled over. The pain grew to a burning sensation coursing through his entire body.
Wilfre was going to die, he knew it. It felt as though his own skin were melting. When he managed to open his eyes, the first thing he saw was the hero standing before him, Sword raised. He l
Heathers Story
I remember the time when the darkness ruled very well... It was my fault..I left my people. But the I came back to their world and destroyed the ruler of the Darkness...Wilfre. He and the darkness vanished. But that's another story. I wanted to tell you something about a little raposa girl I rescued from the ice dragon Frostwind in the snowy fields.
"Creator" Mari called me. I went to her. "what's the matter?" I asked. "Something's wrong with Heather." she said. "what exactly?" I asked. "Well...she talks!" i laughed. "But that's a good thing." "But what she says is scary!" Mari called. "What did she said?" I questioned. "Go
One day at Microhard Computer Programming, Mike was the last one to leave.
Big Boss Guy: Mike, make sure to lock up the place when you're done.
Mike: Why am I always the last guy to leave?
Big Boss Guy: Because you have no friends!
Mike: I have-
Big Boss Guy: Shut up or I'll reduce your paycheck!
Mike: You did already.
Big Boss Guy: Oh really? Well for that attitude, it's getting docked again! Now good night!
The boss guy leaves.
Mike: Why do I work here again?
Later, Mike locked up and went home. He passed an artist drawing in their sketch book. The artist left to go to the bathroom.
Mike: I wonder what that guy was up to.
Mike l
The Wanderer Wilfre Parts I-II by Matchre, literature
Literature
The Wanderer Wilfre Parts I-II
Chapter I: The Wanderer Wilfre
Well, youve done it now. Youve succeeded. Look around, Wilfre this is your world.
Satisfied with it? Pleased? Fulfilled, perhaps?
Shut up.
Wilfre knew, of course, that arguing with himself (let alone ordering himself to stop being right) was a telling sign of the state of his sanity. But still.
You certainly did change the world into something the Creator could never have envisioned.
Good job on that, by the way. Beautiful work youve done here.
Cant you leave me be for one moment?
You want your self to leave yourself alone? Fine piece of logic there
I'm Drawn to A Life with You by BlazetheTiger, literature
Literature
I'm Drawn to A Life with You
It was around 7 in the morning, Febuary 14, 2008, I sat in my recliner, minding my own buisness, when all of a sudden, I felt a breath at my neck. I tilted my head to face the sorce and encountered Sam's fist, as he does whenever I meet up with him. "Hey, Sam." I laughed and moved his hand. "Morning!" He smiled. I leaned back and looked at him. "So, whaddya want?" I asked, playfully brushing through my thick red hair with my clawed hands. "Uhhh I dunno, just wanted to say good morning." Sam told me, glaring at the ceiling, I knew something was on his mind. I jumped of of my chair and my emerald eyes dug into his own green eyes. "What... do..
DTL 2 Alt. Ending + Challenge by BetaCicada, literature
Literature
DTL 2 Alt. Ending + Challenge
Drawn to Life: The Next Chapter
Alternate Ending
*READ AUTHORS COMMENTS FIRST*
(Jowee, The Hero, and the other Raposa enter Wilfre's Wasteland.)
Jowee- (Looks around) Gee what a weird island This is where Wilfre lives?
(Massive rumbling occurs while all the raposa look around, confused)
Isaac- What's going on?!
(They all look the opposite direction to see the TurtleRock loose color)
Jowee- (Startled) Oh, no! We're trapped!
(A black, swirling portal appears a few feet away from Jowee)
Jowee- Huh?
(Mari emerges from the portal)
Jowee- (Surprised) Mari?! You're okay!
Pirate Beard- Careful, laddie lass might be a s
The Kittypet Warrior Ch1 by OrochiFangirl, literature
Literature
The Kittypet Warrior Ch1
This is their story. Come, won't you listen? Sit in your nest and listen to the story of two kittypet kits and how they came to the world of the Clans.
The crickets chirp in the night. A black and white she-cat jumps up on the wooden fence, carrying a sleeping black bundle in her jaw. A white tom with ginger paws and speckled gray tail jumps up next to her, carrying his own gray sleeping bundle. They jump down into the forest beyond their Twoleg's garden.
The she-cat softly places her kit on the forest floor. She looks over at her mate, "Are you sure that they will be cared for? The rumors aren't true, are they?" The tom lays the other kit
1. Andrew
He stood over the body.
It's over, he thought. No more. I'm not like them, their traditions, rituals, this pack... I'm different. It's over for me.
The scent of blood was overwhelming. The heat from the fire only reminded him of the hate that grew within him.
I hate them, he repeated over and over in his head. How could they, and for what, they call this honor!?
He wanted to see them burn. Fire didn't seem enough. He could only think of the worst kinds of deaths one could experience, and he wished it on them.
He was alone. It was not what he wanted, but it was all his fault. He had taken everything too far.
My lies
Kanta was a little boy whose birthday was tomorrow. He was really excited. All his friends and family would be there. And of course, he'd get to eat his favorite sweets.
"Kanta, honey?" His mom called.
"Hi, mom." Kanta greeted.
"Tomorrow's your birthday. I bet your excited, huh?"
"Yeah! It's gonna be fun!" The little guy said happily.
"Yeah. You're gonna be a big boy. And big boys get to stay home alone."
"You mean..." Kanta said with his eyes lit up.
"That's right. Tonight you get to stay home while I go to the store." Not telling him which store.
"Alright! This is going to be great!" Kanta shouted with glee.
"Good night, Kanta."
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