Another Pause.

Story by Yure16 on SoFurry

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? Dom 14 Ago 2011 19:10:26 BRT

Birds sang the song of life,

me and...


? Dom 14 Ago 2011 19:10:26 BRT

Birds sang the song of life,

me and my friend passed by,

talking about last night,

I feel more comfortable,

letting go my fright.

I drank from it water, he relaxed under a tree.

How good is to be free.

Once I finished, I joined him.

I was guilty again,

wishing to be on a train,

travelling to beyond the plains.

Yet, he pet my tummy,

the strong loving the puny,

I felt só helpless yet safe,

loving this curve of fate.

  • Yure, why so guilty? - he asks.

  • I'm ashamed of myself - I say.

  • You needed that, I understand.

  • Yet, it's a problem I can't stand.

He was about to tell me something,

but regreted, changed the subject.

I don't want to push him,

someone who accepted me without objecting.

The next days would be cold,

dry,

rough.

But, for now, the place is calm and silent.

I yawn for having to wake só early.

He giggles and plays with my tail.

I smile and sigh, feeling kinda silly.

  • Yure, I wanna tell something... - he says.

I just nod and listen carefully.

Yet, no words come from his muzzle.

I dive in curiousity.

Time passes by.

Again, get up and walk.

Night Time Weakness (poetry).

That was a misty night. I was awake, worried, shivering in fright. My dirty urges I wanted to satisfy, me and my body, once again, unify. Yet I couldn't indulge me satisfaction of this kind, being myself just a kid, laying in the bed of a temple, a...

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Night Time Weakness.

? At that night, a sudden mist rose from nowhere. The city of Sophia was covered in fog. Mices ran around, making noises on the trash cans. I woke up with the sounds. "What is this?", I thought, looking through the window, but seeing nothing. The...

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Some Sort of Friend.

? I kept on my way to the next city. For my surprise, it wasn't all that advanced and lacked technology. I took a deep breath and kept walking, checking the city out. It looked like Old Greece, the furries used robes, people usually speaking about...

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