Arohtar

The snow slips away to reveal a child; A new and colorful Spring. A child swaddled in flowers, Crying with birdsong, Laughing with the snowmelt Under Father Sun’s beaming smile. Innocent Spring grows into hot-headed Summer. Truly, a youth who takes after its father. Summer is carefree and revels In long days, dancing to crickets. Summer is wild and reckless, burning with life and scorching the grass. Youth slips away to leave an elderly Autumn, Bedecked in colorful finery, Longing to be young and wild, Yet growing old and weary. Leaves fall away like hair, Days grow short as Autumn closes its eyes. Snow draws a sheet over Winter, pal

Edge nosed the sidewalk, searching for something to eat. It had been months since she had fled from her old home. Afterwards, she had wandered the city, fighting for what scraps she could get. The scent of meat hit her nostrils, and Edge’s stomach growled. The meat wasn’t fresh, but she had eaten much worse. She took a step towards the delicious scent, but froze as she caught an underlying scent. It was the scent of other dogs, which while common, could signify danger. While her suspicions warned her to stay back, Edge’s hunger propelled her forwards. She limped quietly towards the food, licking her muzzle greedily. She woul

--- (Rough sketch that I did on a bus one day. I hope to come back to it soon.) Beep...Beep...Beep...Beep...Beep.... The noise never stops. It keeps me awake at night, thinking about how close I came to losing my life. Each beep tells me that my heart is still beating. It’s comforting somehow. When I deployed, I waved to my friends. I told them not to worry, that everything would be okay. I didn't think the bullets would touch me. It was like in the stories. The good guys always came out okay. I couldn't have been more wrong. One minute I had been sitting in the jeep. The next, I was waking up in a helicopter. My dreams were a b

Name: Scratch Alias: Lord of Time (He sometimes introduces himself as this) Gender: Male Age: 5 years Rank: Lookout Season Born: Fall Breed: 25% Jack Russell Terrier 25% Boston Terrier 25% West Highland Terrier 25% Pembroke Welsh Corgi Height & Weight: 15” at shoulder, 25 lbs Build: Short and overweight Coat: Scratch has long, dirty, matted fur. It may have been a dingy tan at some point, but it’s hard to tell because he’s so dirty. Other Appearance: Small, dark brown eyes. Often seen dragging around a frayed piece of rope he calls Tomorrow. (Yes, he calls it Tomorrow.) Picture?: Nope - Questions: Scale of 1-10

Slut. Just a phase. She’s looking for attention. It’s curiosity. To those that say words don’t hurt They hurt, more than any bruise Because they damage the heart. To those who tell us to speak up Who forget that we’re still gagged Not by fraying rope or worn tape But by cruelty and whispers and chains of paper rules. To those who tell us the world’s changed That all those people are ready for us Ready for us to break free from our gags Like a butterfly from its chrysalis And fly on our rainbow wings. They’re wrong. We live in a circus world A world of strong men A world of lion tamers A