Dragging Stories

ehehehehehe this is a joke don't expect it to be good, bitches

Landin Dolan was never normal, he had dreams of people, he didn't know, dying, since he was 13 years old. It was his job to figure out what each dream meant, and what he had to do to prevent it from happening. He never knew running into a person from a dream would change his life or make him be willing to risk his life for somebody elses.

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We are in the fight for our lives, literally, against the regressive forces of those who would drag us back to the past. This is an oscillating poem about hope and fear, and prayer for the future.

rants upon rants upon rants and the occasional option buttt....like Im lazy af and will take three years to update. oops

A poem that just came to me. Not finished yet. There are days that I feel very much like this poem. Like gravity is dragging me down.

Issa lot

Amber: Life was hard at 1. Tough at 5. Challenging at 10. Impossible at 15. Well there is the fact that I have a totally opposite twin of me. That's hard enough. It would probaly be easier if my dad wasn't a crazy scientist giving everyone in our family superhuman powers. Marina says I always overeact and that I am a high stung teen. WOW she sounds like my mom... Marina: The way I see things, (I am the chill twin) is that we recieved gifts from our father that we can use in situations. NOT amber's flare up's. And we can say we have an "intelligent" father. And we have each other for support. But Amber just sees things differently I guess. Amber: Yeah Marina your right. It's okay that he gave some of us love, plant, animal, strenth, and weather powers. Wait no I think mom actually has embarassment powers. HA. Marina: Whatever but we have the best, fire and ice.

This is a collection of poems about remembering certain elements of the past that felt, indeed, very special to me. I hope you find reading it special, as well as reaching out to the particular ways I feel about them. ~Terry~

Ballsack

I was sitting at the table in the café where we were supposed to meet. The hours were dragging on and I was getting worried. He should be here, he should have called at least. Leaning back in our booth Stacy, a waitress me and Sam had got to know over the last few years, came over with a concerned look on her face. “Still not here?” She asked me. I simply shook my head. Giving me a sad smile she placed her hand on mine. “I remember back two years ago, you must have been what? Sixteen. And he got down on his knee and said…” “I want you forever, forever and always. Through the good and the bad and the ugly.” I finished for her, remembering the way he had looked at me and how I had nearly cried when I kissed him. Just as I said it my phone rang. The brittle sound seeming to crack my ice filled veins.

When you become a warrior, your strength will be visible to the weak. Every night after the full moon find your brothers and sisters, and what the moon will buy you Five clans, five cats... or maybe not quite? All clans that have been living for centuries, grappling with everyday life. Within a few moons, however, litters of kits were born in each Clan. All clan members don't know this, but one kit from each clan has been chosen for a mission by claws seeking revenge. You were supposed to get younger and spread your ambitions around. Their dream was to win above all else, and those who disobeyed them would face unexplained death.