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Werewolves: The Wait

Ares: I glared at my hair. Something that a month ago would have been altogether impossible without a mirror, and for most people it still would be. But, I was blessed with super-hair. Wolverine sprouts metal claws, and I get hair that grows abnormally quickly. Where is the justice? And it was in my eyes, again. But, rather than cutting it as I would like to, I’d decided to keep growing it out. Why? Because I really wanted my chance with Alyssa. I sighed. My pack thought I was crazy. Not becaus

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aww so cute

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1st Thought of TNFDB Intro by Inked-Alpha, literature

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1st Thought of TNFDB Intro

TNFDB Intro (rough draft) It's hard to forget about the past, when you've lost the only people who mattered during your childhood life. I can still remember hearing the thick dark voices of the strangers in my own home, seeing everything that is happening from a tiny hole under the floor board, and smelling the odor of the slaughtered bodies while having my mouth cupped by my foster brother---it was the most terrible night of my life. The night was normal as ever; I was in the living room with my foster brother playing checkers, while mother was in the kitchen washing the dishes and father was on his way home from w

Homophobia by W-i-s-s-l-e-r, journal

Homophobia

Nov 21, 2011

I am the girl kicked out of her home because I confided in my mother that I am a lesbian. I am the prostitute working the streets because nobody will hire a transsexual woman. I am the sister who holds her gay brother tight through the painful, tear-filled nights. We are the parents who buried our daughter long before her time. I am the man who died alone in the hospital because they would not let my partner of twenty-seven years into the room. I am the foster child who wakes up with nightmares of being taken away from the two fathers who are the only loving family I have ever had. I wish they could adopt me. I am one of the lucky ones,