Winged_Wolf

https://www.gayauthors.org/story/winged-wolf/mostwonderfultimeoftheyearholidaymayhem heres the link to my entry. but just like my big bros, you'll have to wait for the 23

W_L, i would like to take 'Most Wonderful time of the Year' please, if it's not already taken.....if it is, i'm not sure what i'll do then.

“And you thought that not telling me would be better than the truth?” Emmilia snapped, stomping her Italian leather stiletto boot on the floor of the barn. “What good would it have done?” I said in a low voice. Acid leaked into the words, and I forced myself to keep my eyes focused on the hoof in my hand. “If I had told you that I needed to wrap Wynonna’s hoof, you would have bitched just as much as you are now. I might as well kill two birds with one stone.” I carefully ran my finger

Prompts using the same cast of characters to form one story

A bright blue sky, a shady tree With green grass growing slow The stomp of hooves, the snort of horses At a mid-July show The Crickets chirp, Cicada’s sing As day fades into night As a summer moon is surrounded by stars Creating a beautiful sight A chance meeting, a long talk Making something that feels so right A tight hug, a gentle kiss Turns to cuddling in the night A rocking boat on ocean wa

Eighteen Months Over Seas All they dream about is coming home While they work through sweat and sand Until they're tired to the bone Finally their tour is over And they can leave the desert behind While the memory of their fallen friends Weighs heavily on their mind As they're packing their duffles And are getting ready to leave They smile at their surviving brothers Proud of the flag on their sleeve Finally back in

lol. while i sing, i can;t write music. never learned how

Music floating on the wind For all who could hear A soft and soothing melody That draws us all so near Piano’s play the perfect song For all of us to sing Like the Nightingales beautiful tune As it takes to wing Music drifting through crisp, cool air Settling on the breeze While it plays a gentle lullaby Helping you drift to sleep with ease Flowers dancing in the wind To a joyous tune Hoping you’d come bac

American Pride In honor of September 11, 2001 Keep our falcons flying high Keep our eagles in the sky Keep our freedom soaring proud Like those birds above the clouds Keep our families standing strong Like those buildings, All Day Long Keep our freedom Strong and Proud Always say it way out loud I Love the USA And I will keep it that way For I am an American And I am proud of it Written October 11, 2001

My poems that touch me

I absolutely love this story. While i was sad to see it end, i am glad Bay finally found a reason to stop running from his fears. Masterfully written, and i wait anxiously for Cowboy summer to progress enough to read without pouncing on you to write faster.

I happen to like: World Of Warcraft (my fave, although i have been unable to play lately) Chocolatier 2; secrete ingredients

Another masterfully written chapter, sir. I first fell in love with your writing when my mom (and yes, i did say my mom) started reading out the funny little scenes as she was reading. since then i have started following your current story while simultaneously going back and reading CAP from the very beginning, along with TRYING to chart out the twisted vines and branches of the family tree. Lol. i love how you fit the history of each year into the story line so fluidly that it's like i'm not even learning when in reality i am. Although i am not looking forward to what i know is coming in September of this particular year, i am interested in how you fit that tragic event into the story. Please keep writing and posting, and i promise that i will continue to read for as long as you post.