Истории Corvid

So soon after the battle of Killahead and the others wanted to move on, but he can't he just can't get over the loss of his brother. When even his best friend doesn't understand his trouble, he runs away deep into the forest where he finds his answers. A short story I had written for a school project. I might rewrite it one day in more detail.

This is a simplistic limerick which may seem distasteful to naturalists and birders but readers should find it quite comical.

a haiku about tickets on Amazon

This is a ballad quatrain (chain) about a crow's habits. It is the form used by Samuel Taylor Coleridge in his famous poem, The Rime of the Ancient Mariner, first published in 1798.

Random story idea I had cause im silly (Probs won't be like a big deal like my other book rn, but this will just be worked on from time to time.)

A short, narrative tercet poem about a crow's eating habits

This is for me and Asterin- Fuck off if ur not us <3

A unnamed raven lost one of his beloved blossoms due to an unholy midnight storm. His desire to get his pink flower back is unbearable and that leads him to help a mouse named Witt who's desire is to live without mangey cat's stalking his home. They team up to help one another, and learn the importance and value of a friend, when neither had one before.

Myrle, her whole life, has just been a girl who lived in a small town and helped her mother with everything she could. But when she gets kidnapped one day by two mysterious strangers who call themselves members of a group called the 'Master of The Corvids' and that she was a destined member who has been chosen for the important role of the Shadow Keeper, she has to learn the arts and skills she was born for. But no one has promised Myrle that this would be an easy and simple journey. And while the source of everyone's magic is being threatened, she needs to master her role as the Shadow Keeper, and defeat the threat with others, or else all magic will be locked away.

The short passage of a man who set out in search of his missing friend, only to discover he'd perished long before discovery.

A haiku about my shinies

A woman and her beloved on a spring afternoon. Short story by Franklin Rayeski.

Just Stuff.

this is a dragon story ah yes perfect 👍 hope you like it

(Note: This is 100% nonfiction, and I really am growing wings. I saw this thanks to @SirGoose1 To them-Thanks.) My (hopefully) daily updated journey on growing my wings. NOT FICTIONAL, THIS IS 100% REAL. I also will talk about therian stuff too.