Harry, my longing friend. by kamikazeKHAOS, literature
Literature
Harry, my longing friend.
Harry is my only friend
and they follow every trend
for years and years
they changed the gears
and soon became hollow
like ghosts in a pity wallow.
so dear Harry, my friend,
my money is all to spend
on a friend like you
you're just too good to be true.
you make my body orgasm
and my minds lost in a infinite chasm.
oh Harry, it's been so long
and my need for you is too strong
you aren't the same anymore
I cling to you more than before
I crave your bliss
I need one last kiss
Harry, you bring me torment
as my money is all but spent.
the way you make me feel is mighty clever
because I need you more than ever and forever.
I'm
Harry, my longing friend. by kamikazeKHAOS, literature
Literature
Harry, my longing friend.
Harry is my only friend
and they follow every trend
for years and years
they changed the gears
and soon became hollow
like ghosts in a pity wallow.
so dear Harry, my friend,
my money is all to spend
on a friend like you
you're just too good to be true.
you make my body orgasm
and my minds lost in a infinite chasm.
oh Harry, it's been so long
and my need for you is too strong
you aren't the same anymore
I cling to you more than before
I crave your bliss
I need one last kiss
Harry, you bring me torment
as my money is all but spent.
the way you make me feel is mighty clever
because I need you more than ever and forever.
I'm
After the Ashes-Contest Prize by VanshiraKasores, literature
Literature
After the Ashes-Contest Prize
The scent of smoke and wet ash pervaded the entire landscape, overwhelming the sensitive noses of the Pride Lands' residents. A layer of sickly grey still hung in the atmosphere, and though the grass was damp underfoot now, the black line to the south showed all too clearly where, only the night before, a bolt of heat lightning had brought doom from the sky, and the life-giving grass had been consumed in a raging blaze that had threatened to engulf the world in a red wall of death. Now, for a few brief hours, the boundaries between predator and prey vanished as all those who had escaped the inferno circled the burn zone, some blessing their l
"Where do you think our weapons come from?"
Axel and Demyx paused their game looked at Roxas, who was sitting on Demyx's bed, playing with Connie and Sol as Axel and Demyx were playing the latest edition in the Guitar Hero franchise. "What do you mean by that?" Axel asked.
"Well, I was thinking about why we each have the different weapons we do I guess," Roxas answered. "I can see why Demyx gets a sitar since he's been playing forever, and I can see why Zexion has the lexicon since he's a researcher. But what about everyone else? Why do I have giant keys or why does Saïx have that claymore?"
The fire and water elementalists looked at