It's a Lorca's Life [Chapter Three] by VoxMagi, literature
Literature
It's a Lorca's Life [Chapter Three]
Have Faith, Be Brave
The sun had risen high in the sky, signaling noon. It cast its warmth to the canopy below, dulling the song of the forest to a soft lull as most of its inhabitants were tempted to nap. The cries of the birds rang out more clearly than most, the avians flitting between trees and dancing among themselves to enjoy the day, as carefree as the wind itself. Only one of them seemed intent to sleep.
Nikolie looked up at the raven perched on the branch that connected to his tree-home, the one known as Merle. He had his beak tucked under a wing, his form nearly concealed within the leaves; the male fox had no doubt th
He couldn't help but be amused by the many expressions worn upon the faces of those judging him. There were many: bitter anger, hatred, disgust, joy, grief (not for him of course)... He could even see a few that were confused or vacant. The sight made his lips twitch into his infamous cocky grin; an action that caused even more of a reaction from the crowd before him. Inwardly he chuckled. He might have released it out loud if he didn't think the officials would cut his verdict early and dispose of the floor beneath him so that he would hang.
The rope already felt tight around his neck, but it was not
Let me write you a story of all you want to hear. Of intercourse and romance, drugs and beer.
Of simple plots and story devices, where no thinking is required.
I'll even make it into a series, everything you've desired.
Pick it up in the middle, why not? It's all the same. So-and-so get together,
there's sex on every page. It's the best story in the world, and it only took me six days!
Don't worry about morals, there's none to be learned.
If you hate life-long lessons, then enjoy every word.
The characters are flat with the basic of descriptions, with no voice of their own.
If one dies, no tears will be shed, there's another just arou
Let me write you a story of all you want to hear. Of intercourse and romance, drugs and beer.
Of simple plots and story devices, where no thinking is required.
I'll even make it into a series, everything you've desired.
Pick it up in the middle, why not? It's all the same. So-and-so get together,
there's sex on every page. It's the best story in the world, and it only took me six days!
Don't worry about morals, there's none to be learned.
If you hate life-long lessons, then enjoy every word.
The characters are flat with the basic of descriptions, with no voice of their own.
If one dies, no tears will be shed, there's another just arou
It's a Lorca's Life [Chapter Three] by VoxMagi, literature
Literature
It's a Lorca's Life [Chapter Three]
Have Faith, Be Brave
The sun had risen high in the sky, signaling noon. It cast its warmth to the canopy below, dulling the song of the forest to a soft lull as most of its inhabitants were tempted to nap. The cries of the birds rang out more clearly than most, the avians flitting between trees and dancing among themselves to enjoy the day, as carefree as the wind itself. Only one of them seemed intent to sleep.
Nikolie looked up at the raven perched on the branch that connected to his tree-home, the one known as Merle. He had his beak tucked under a wing, his form nearly concealed within the leaves; the male fox had no doubt th
Let me write you a story of all you want to hear. Of intercourse and romance, drugs and beer.
Of simple plots and story devices, where no thinking is required.
I'll even make it into a series, everything you've desired.
Pick it up in the middle, why not? It's all the same. So-and-so get together,
there's sex on every page. It's the best story in the world, and it only took me six days!
Don't worry about morals, there's none to be learned.
If you hate life-long lessons, then enjoy every word.
The characters are flat with the basic of descriptions, with no voice of their own.
If one dies, no tears will be shed, there's another just arou