Not All Friends Have Fur by Arrikanez6, literature
Literature
Not All Friends Have Fur
It was night, cold, and Stardust was under more stress than he had felt in his entire career of dancing. Apparently, word had gotten around, and he'd been booked two nights solid by two different venues. Forget the whole spirit of the season - as it was now the end of that fiasco, all he wanted to do was peel these high-heels off, and sink into a lovely, luxurious, warm bath and let all of his troubles melt away. The night, however, seemed to have other plans. His ride back home was late, the weather had turned windy, and he left his only good coat at one of the venues - too far away to walk right now. So there he was, in his fluorescent-pink
In the beginning, you never understood how frightened I was. How I'd recoil every time you looked at me. How I thought you hated me with every fiber of your being. So I hated back. At least I made an honest effort to. Your eyes would follow me, though - even in my dreams. And I'd get so scared, I'd go running just to get away from the fear. You terrified me. Every single part of you, down to the scathing comments. But you impressed me too.
I never thought that my punishment for misbehavior would saddle me to the thing I feared more than anything in the world, so I did my best to flee, to run away. But you were always a step behind me, glarin
The moment I laid eyes on you, I hated you, yanno. You seemed smug, so sure of yourself, better looking than I was, better dressed, better prepared for life. Laying there and watching you thrive got under my skin in ways I couldn't imagine. So I shunned you. I hurt you. I baited you. I made every attempt to make you out to be the villain of all my stories, and the bane to my existence. Sometimes it's true, what they say in those plays. Greatest Love, Greatest Hate.
Going everywhere together was HIS idea, not mine. I wasn't in favor of it - and neither were you at the time. You used to make such a fuss. You used to drag your heels. Literally.
Not All Friends Have Fur by Arrikanez6, literature
Literature
Not All Friends Have Fur
It was night, cold, and Stardust was under more stress than he had felt in his entire career of dancing. Apparently, word had gotten around, and he'd been booked two nights solid by two different venues. Forget the whole spirit of the season - as it was now the end of that fiasco, all he wanted to do was peel these high-heels off, and sink into a lovely, luxurious, warm bath and let all of his troubles melt away. The night, however, seemed to have other plans. His ride back home was late, the weather had turned windy, and he left his only good coat at one of the venues - too far away to walk right now. So there he was, in his fluorescent-pink
In the beginning, you never understood how frightened I was. How I'd recoil every time you looked at me. How I thought you hated me with every fiber of your being. So I hated back. At least I made an honest effort to. Your eyes would follow me, though - even in my dreams. And I'd get so scared, I'd go running just to get away from the fear. You terrified me. Every single part of you, down to the scathing comments. But you impressed me too.
I never thought that my punishment for misbehavior would saddle me to the thing I feared more than anything in the world, so I did my best to flee, to run away. But you were always a step behind me, glarin
The moment I laid eyes on you, I hated you, yanno. You seemed smug, so sure of yourself, better looking than I was, better dressed, better prepared for life. Laying there and watching you thrive got under my skin in ways I couldn't imagine. So I shunned you. I hurt you. I baited you. I made every attempt to make you out to be the villain of all my stories, and the bane to my existence. Sometimes it's true, what they say in those plays. Greatest Love, Greatest Hate.
Going everywhere together was HIS idea, not mine. I wasn't in favor of it - and neither were you at the time. You used to make such a fuss. You used to drag your heels. Literally.
There is a certain kind of sadness that accompanies the holidays. Sure, you've got your warm hearts, and mittens, and hot apple cider... But there are those of us who sit by the window and look inside. Unseen. Unnoticed. We watch while people share eggnog, tell ghost-stories, and slice up pecan pies. Somewhere deep down, it warms us up seeing these happy things that the rest take for granted.
Scarves, hot cocoa, and presents are all people can talk about in the streets. Who's getting what for who, and where's the best price to find item X. Me? I'm glad if I have a place by someone's window where I can fall asleep feeling the warmth from with
Good morning, and Happy Pride Month!~
Right now, I'm a bit too busy with medical [and other] things to do much celebrating, but I wanted to get that out there and give a high-five to all in the community. With any luck, I'll be having my "reduction" soon, as long as they don't find me unworthy of surgery. -Cross fingers-
Have a great day you guys!
OKAY!
I'm finally ready to announce my little forthcoming project! I know you guys have been waiting with baited breath, but it's finally time to unveil it. ... Since I pretty much finished the scripts. -Coughcough-
For the second project, I've come up with a concept and a niche, and I need artists.
The third project is STILL under-wraps. Sorry about that. It has to do with some of the same themes, though. I can tell you that much .
First off! I have virtually re-written my story Echoes in the Rain to fit into multiple formats, and am going to start work on three different formats for it - all of which I will need help with. Paid help. I'