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Barlow Adams Jun 10
All the other children at the orphanage wish for wings to fly away, but not Alice. She prays for like a panther, quiet enough to sneak her to the headmistress’ office, hiding claws sharp enough to make things right. The moon above listens, grins like a Cheshire cat.
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Indigenous Soul Jun 11
and claws and cloven hooves, Wings that fly the way things move. Feet and hands that walk and make Everything we've built is Fake.
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Nick Mackman Jun 13
Saluki/Greyhound sculpture. Here’s Darwin finished. He was a joy to sculpt, such a beautiful boy 😊
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Simon Psychosis Jun 11
"Want a good laugh?", asked the beagle, to the pug. "Sure!", he replies. *dips in mud, runs on new carpet* Owner: Son of a bitch, Charlie!!! I JUST had this carpet installed! Damn it! Get outta here!!!" *pug, on his back, belly-laughing* Beagle: "Works EVERY time."
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J Frank Wright Jun 11
His trembled in the snow like a stray without a home. He was drunk and lost in an unfamiliar forest where the trees were skyscrapers and the rivers were puddles of piss left by those like him. He imagined brighter days as he fell asleep on a bench. Maybe tomorrow.
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Sian Ink Jun 11
She never strayed; her Grandma swore to that. And the woodcutter said he'd tried his best, but it'd had been too fast, too strong, too quick, and because it wasn't their child and he had the axe and winter was due, no one asked if the wolf had worn boots upon its
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Smarty Marty Jun 11
Her do not tread the carpet lightly. As she trots, I swear I can feel the floor move beneath my feet. Marty is no lightweight. She gallops thru the livingroom, hits the kitchen and slides across the bare floor. She travels as a child would.
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Andy Lockwood Jun 11
She settled into the warmth of the oversized comforter, settling onto her like a cloud. She was almost asleep when she felt the weight of tiny paws struggle through the downy cover. It was the perfect way to drift off - except she didn’t have any pets.
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Chris Jun 11
Her graceful patter down the hallway as shafts of afternoon sunlight form intricated checkerboard patterns on the polished timber and the indoor plants are her Amazon jungle , she is queen of the house and she knows it.
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Joshua Johnson Jun 18
First tweet....they made me do it!
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Kibje Jun 11
The wolfs are out On this winter night I see traces of in the snow Circles of ever approaching steps But not a sound to hear Please take my hand Sweet stranger fair Before darkness draws too close For the beasts are about to howl Their crimson lullaby
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Madeleine Jun 11
When the full moon rises She transforms into the She-Wolf Alpha Queen of her pack Body sleek and lean colour a delicate black Eyes a piercing blue She has her sights set on you A heart that beats a soul that seeks Hear her cry in the night For you her Alpha king
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Simon Wilson Jun 15
welcomed today at ⁦⁩ ⁦⁩ CJMHT ⁦⁩ promoting mental health and wellbeing with our partners ⁦⁩ ⁦
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Voimaoy Jun 11
One of my lives was a cat in Japan, the bobcat said. My paws were fog on the rooftops. I left tracks in the snow, like calligraphy of birds.
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Ellie Scott Jun 11
‘It isn’t real. Somebody has carved it out.’ ‘Look at the detail; that claw mark is as big as my head.’ ‘It’s not real!’ ‘You could fit a crowd of 25 people inside it, easy.’ ‘It’s fake. Nothing on Earth has this huge.’ The ground shakes. ‘You sure about that?’
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Keelah Rose's Microfiction Jun 11
His crept forward inch by inch till they made contact with her fingers. She'd felt them on her skin since he was a pup. Now he was old and this was the end. Tears spilled as she gave him a gentle squeeze. "We'll meet again," she promised, and she knew he understood.
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Amanda Cary Jun 11
*Read in soap opera voice* “Doctor, both are mangled beyond repair. This is... I’ve never seen anything like it.” “It’s okay.” “Okay? How can you SAY such a thing?” “We can rebuild them.” “But HOW, doctor? HOW?” “We have the pawnology. Cuter. Clumsier. Floofier.”
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Kristen Lizette Barber Jun 11
She scratched at the air with her tiny & let out the cutest meow. Her tail curled around my leg as her soft body caressed my skin. I scooped her into my arms; she curled into a cuddly ball and purred like a soft engine roaring. Then she clawed out my eyeballs.
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Natasha Simmons Jun 11
I stood in front of a heap of mismatched pillows and blankets. Covering two adult human shapes. Vulnerable. It was the only way to kill the werewolves. No matter what they looked like now, they were a threat. As I raised my gun, I tried to remember the .
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Suzannie 🐴🐶 Jun 11
Maxine always seemed like the quiet one. Wouldn’t say boo to a goose. That was until Derek put his mucky either side and pinned her to the wall. Eyes narrowed she slammed her right knee between his legs. He never walked the same again. She took up wrestling.
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